Zeal and duty are not slow But on occasion’s forelock watchful wait.
Virtue that wavers is not virtue, but vice revolted from itself, and after a while returning. The actions of just and pious men do not darken in their middle course.
Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.
God sure esteems the growth and completing of one virtuous person, more that the restraint of ten vicious.
Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not inthralled; Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm Shall in the happy trial prove most glory.
A man may be ungrateful, but the human race is not so.
The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.
He who freely magnifies what hath been nobly done, and fears not to declares as freely what might be done better, gives ye the best covenant of his fidelity.
No institution which does not continually test its ideals, techniques and measure of accomplishment can claim real vitality.
If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.
Hell has no benefits, only torture.
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.
I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
Thy actions to thy words accord; thy words To thy large heart give utterance due; thy heart; Contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation, which herein, Haply had ends above my reach to know.
For the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.
Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold that shall befall Him or his children.
Who aspires must down as low As high he soar’d.
With diadem and sceptre high advanced, The lower still I fall; only supreme In misery; such joy ambition finds.