Life's battle is a conquest for the strong; The meaning shows in the defeated thing.

Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.

But he has gone, A nation's memory and veneration, Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will.

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

In the power and splendor of the universe, inspiration waits for the millions to come. Man has only to strive for it. Poems greater than the Iliad, plays greater than Macbeth, stories more engaging than Don Quixote await their seeker and finder.

God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.

Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.