Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.

The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.

Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.

Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.