Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

The victory of endurance born.

Is not thy home among the flowers?

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.

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, crushed to earth, shall rise again.