Tomorrow sees undone, what happens not to-day; Still forward press, nor never tire! The possible, with steadfast trust, Resolve should be by the forelock grasp. Then she will ne'er let go her clasp, And labors on, because she must.

What is important in life is life, and not the result of life.

What sort of God would it be, who only pushed from without.

Enjoy what you can, endure what you must.

The man who acts never has any conscience; no one has any conscience but the man who thinks

The passions are like those demons with which Afrasahiab sailed down the Orus. Our only safety consists in keeping them asleep. If they we are lost.

We rather confess our moral errors, faults, and crimes than our ignorance.