My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
True worth is in being, not seeming,—
In doing each day that goes by
Some little good—not in the dreaming
Of great things to do by and by.
No work which God sets a man to do—no work to which God has specially adapted a man's powers—can properly be called either menial or mean.—Carlyle
Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again;
Th' eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,
And dies among his worshippers.
—Bryant
To thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou can'st not then be false to any man.
—Shakespeare
No life
Can be pure in its purpose or strong in its strife
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
—Lytton