“Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.”

Fate always wins, for our own heart within us Imperiously furthers its designs.

Man, one may say, was never in such a completely animal condition; but he has, on the other hand, never escaped from it.

All things must; man is the only creature that wills.

I feel an army in my fist.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.

A deep meaning often lies in old customs.

Have Love. Not love alone for one, but man as man they brother call; and scatter like the circling sun thy charities on all.

Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.

Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.

Innocence has a friend in heaven.

Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men’s opinions of us, forms our true honor.

To gain a crown by fighting is great, to reject it divine.

The victor is often vanquished by his own success.

One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.

Appearance should never attain reality, And if nature conquers, then must art retire.