The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

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

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

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

Can anything be imagined more abhorrent to every sentiment of generosity and justice, than the law which arms the rich with the legal right to fix, by assize, the wages of the poor? If this is not slavery, we have forgotten its definition. Strike the right of associating for the sale of labor from the privileges of a freeman, and you may as well bind him to a master, or ascribe him to the soil.

Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.