For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
For they can conquer who believe they can.
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
Politicians neither love nor hate.
Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.