“I stretch lame hands of faith and grope.”—Tennyson.
“We but catch at the skirts of the thing we would be.”—Owen Meredith.
“Where are frost and snow when the hawthorn blooms?”—Julius Stinde.
“The things we see are shadows of the things to be.”—Phœbe Cary.
“Oh! but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp.”—Robert Browning.
“These little things are great to little man.”—Oliver Goldsmith.
“So will a greater fame redound to thee.”—Dante.
“Every white will have its black and every sweet its sour.”—Dr. Percy.
