The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want: worse need for them. The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom; And all good things are thus confused with ill.

Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.

Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches.

A dream has power to poison sleep.

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates

All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.