The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!
For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.
Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.
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.
The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!
There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.