The craven's fear is but selfishness, like his merriment.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.
From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.
