Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.

To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide, And tremble to be happy with the rest." And I make answer: "I am satisfied; I dare not ask; I know not what is best; God hath already said what shall betide."

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.

If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.