Folks never understand the folks they hate.

The true ideal is not opposed to the real but lies in it; and blessed are the eyes that find it.

Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave?

It is only by instigation of the wrongs of men that what are called the Rights of Man become turbulent and dangerous.

The realm of death seems an enemy's country to most men, on whose shores they are loathly driven by stress of weather; to the wise man it is the desired port where he moors his bark gladly, as in some quiet haven of the Fortunate Isles; it is the golden west into which his sun sinks, and, sinking, casts back a glory upon the leaden cloud-tack which had darkly besieged his day.

The very gnarliest and hardest of hearts has some musical strings in it; but they are tuned differently in every one of us.

But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.