The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster children into strength and athletic proportion.

Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.

Is not thy home among the flowers?

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

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

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.