All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.

True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes soon as granted fly; It liveth not in fierce desire.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.

Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.

He is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind, and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.