So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.

Behold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.

Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.

His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.

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

Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.

Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.