When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

What's come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.

Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.

A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.