Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

Sorrow, the heart must bear, Sits in the home of each, conspicuous there. Many a circumstance, at least, Touches the very breast. For those Whom any sent away,--he knows: And in the live man's stead, Armor and ashes reach The house of each.

A man in armour is his armour's slave.