Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase is fruits of innocence and blessedness.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .