Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold... 'T is heaven alone that is given away, 'T is only God may be had for the asking; There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer.

Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.

Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

Men have their intellectual ancestry, and the likeness of some one of them is forever unexpectedly flashing out in the features of a descendant, it may be after a gap of several centuries. In the parliament of the present every man represents a constituency of the past.

The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.