Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster - children into strength and athletic proportion.
Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
The groves were God's first temples.
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.
