Sweet is war to those who know it not.

War is sweet to those who never tried it.

The days that are still to come are the wisest witnesses.

Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?

If one but tell a thing well, it moves on with undying voice, and over the fruitful earth and across the sea goes the bright gleam of noble deeds ever unquenchable.

Mankind is a dream of a shadow.

Humble in a humble state and great in greatness, I will work out the divinity that is busy within my mind.