The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!
There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.
When pain ends, gain ends too.
When is man strong until he feels alone?
'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.