“For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'…” — John Greenleaf Whittier

From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.

One brave deed makes no hero.

God's colors all are fast.

It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.