I remainMistress of mine own self and mine own soul
A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘It will be happier.’
Come friends, it’s not too late to seek a newer world.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
the shell must break before the bird can fly.
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.
Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
A sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro’ nature, moulding men.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
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