Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

I love her with a love as still As a broad river's peaceful might, Which by high tower and lowly mill, Goes wandering at its own will, And yet does ever flow aright.

A great part of human suffering has its root in the nature of man, and not in that of his institutions.

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

In life's small things be resolute and great To keep thy muscle trained; Know'st thou when Fate Thy measure takes, or when she'll say to thee, "I find thee worthy; do this deed for me?"

And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.