Battles are decided more by the morale of the troops than by their bodily strength.

The gods did not reveal$$$ from the beginning$$$ all things to us$$$ but in the course of time. Through seeking we may learn and know things better. But as for certain truth$$$ no man has known it$$$ nor shall he know it$$$ neither of the gods nor yet of all the things of which I speak. For even if by chance he were to utter the final truth$$$ he would himself not know it: For all is but a woven web of guesses.

The girl you marry and the woman you must make a life with are two different people.

Society has parted man from man$$$ neglectful of the universal heart.

Suffering is permanent$$$ obscure and dark$$$<br>And has the nature of infinity.

Come forth$$$ and bring with you a heart <br>That watches and receives.

Thanks to the human heart by which we live$$$<br>Thanks to its tenderness$$$ its joys$$$ and its fears$$$<br>To me the meanest flower that blows can give<br>Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

And yet the wiser mind<br>Mourns less for what age takes away<br>Than what it leaves behind.

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive<br>But to be young was very heaven.

What though the radiance which was once so bright<br>Be now for ever taken from my sight$$$<br>Though nothing can bring back the hour<br>Of splendour in the grass$$$ of glory in the flower;<br>We will grieve not$$$ rather find<br>Strength in what remains behind;<br>In the primal sympathy<br>Which having been must ever be;<br>In the soothing thoughts that spring<br>Out of human suffering;<br>In the faith that looks through death$$$<br>In years that bring the philosophic mind.