Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.
Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
For love is heaven and heaven is love.
Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.
The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.
It is more difficult to look upon victory than upon battle.