Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.

I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.

Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.

This will be triumph! This will be happiness! Yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken.

Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life's salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that's vanished! To endure, and go calmly on! The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

The bliss even of a moment still is bliss.