Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

Socrates and Jesus, two teachers of virtue and love, were executed because of the unsettling, threatening power of their souls, which was revealed in their personal lives and in their words.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.