Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?

Ah, men do not know how much strength is in poise, That he goes the farthest who goes far enough.

Most men make the voyage of life as if they carried sealed orders which they were not to open till they were fairly in mid-ocean.

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.

Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.

The soil out of which such men as he are made is good to be born on, good to live on, good to die for and to be buried in.

The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers.