Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.

God has set labor and rest, as day and night to men successive.

No institution which does not continually test its ideals, techniques and measure of accomplishment can claim real vitality.

Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.

By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.

What is strength without a double share of wisdom?