Alas! we know that ideals can never be completely embodied in practice. Ideals must ever lie a great way off--and we will thankfully content ourselves with any not intolerable approximation thereto! Let no man, as Schiller says, too querulously "measure by a scale of perfection the meager product of reality" in this poor world of ours.

Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.

And man's little Life has Duties that are great, that are alone great, and go up to Heaven and down to Hell.

The courage we desire and prize is not the courage to die decently, but to live manfully.

Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.

I do not believe in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.

All work of man is as the swimmer's: a vast ocean threatens to devour him; if he front it not bravely, it will keep its word.