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

Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.

It is more difficult to look upon victory than upon battle.