Imparadis'd in one another's arms.

By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.

Time is the subtle thief of youth.

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

The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

The liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious.

Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!