Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men.

Happy he whoe'er, content with the common lot, with safe breeze hugs the shore, and, fearing to trust his skiff to the wider sea, with unambitious oar keeps close to the land.

We never reflect how pleasant it is to ask for nothing.

It is a denial of justice not to stretch out a helping hand to the fallen that is the common right of humanity.

Let us bear with magnanimity whatever it is needful for us to bear.

We are mad, not only individually, but nationally. We check manslaughter and isolated murders; but what of war and the much-vaunted crime of slaughtering whole peoples?

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.