That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own, For neither praise nor self: Content to know and be unknown: Whole in himself.

Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.

Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world.

That's best Which God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.

The man who seeks one thing in life and but one, May hope to achieve it before life is done; But he who seeks all things, wherever he goes, Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows, A harvest of barren regrets.

We are but as the instrument of Heaven.

There is a pleasure that is born of pain.