We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.
Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.
Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
Solitude is sometimes best society.