Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.
So runs my dream, but what am I? An infant crying in the night An infant crying for the light And with no language but a cry.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence, but in the mastery, of his passions.
The war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags were furl'd In the parliament of man, the federation of the world.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Marriages are made in Heaven.
