“Such hath it been — shall be — beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one!”

“But there still must be a way to have our children say…
"There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one."”

“Few, few shall part where many meet!
The snow shall be their winding-sheet,
And every turf beneath their feet
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.”

“Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.”

“Of troubles know I none,
Of pleasures know I many —
I rove beneath the sun
Without a single penny.”

“Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!”

“One lonely voice still shouting labour!”

“Genius hath electric power
Which earth can never tame,
Bright suns may scorch and dark clouds lower,
Its flash is still the same.”

“The work of the world must still be done,
And minds are many though truth be one.”

“He that planteth a tree is the servant of God,
He provideth a kindness for many generations,
And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him.”