The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in the night.

Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.

For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art.

The nearer the dawn, the darker the night

Awake! arise! the hour is late!
Angels are knocking at thy door!
They are in haste and cannot wait,
And once departed come no more.
Awake! arise! the athlete's arm
Loses its strength by too much rest;
The fallow land, the untilled farm
Produces only weeds at best.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.