Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.
What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?
We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men; and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.