"Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; At the Devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold; For a cap and bells our lives we pay, Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking: 'T is heaven alone that is given away, 'T is only God may be had for the asking; No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten."

"Anything worth doing is worth 10."

"Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody's business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy if anything can."

"Too good for great things and too great for good."

"Morality is not properly the doctrine of how we may make ourselves happy, but how we may make ourselves worthy of happiness."

"In all our noble Anglo-Saxon language, there is scarcely a nobler word than worth; yet this term has now almost exclusively a pecuniary meaning. So that if you ask what a man is worth, nobody ever thinks of telling you what he is, but what he has. The answer will never refer to his merits, his virtues, but always to his possessions. He is worth — so much money."

"We have to prove our worth and justify our existence anew each day."

"Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunello."

"Dignity and rank and riches are all corruptible and worthless; but moral character has an immortality that no sword-point can destroy."

""Ain't worth a Bean," she said."

"You can calculate the worth of a man by the number of his enemies, and the importance of a work of art by the harm that is spoken of it."

"O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?"

"The way in which a man accepts his fate and all the suffering it entails, the way in which he takes up his cross, gives him ample opportunity — even under the most difficult circumstances — to add a deeper meaning to his life. It may remain brave, dignified and unselfish. Or in the bitter fight for self-preservation he may forget his human dignity and become no more than an animal. Here lies the chance for a man either to make use of or to forgo the opportunities of attaining the moral values that a difficult situation may afford him. And this decides whether he is worthy of his sufferings or not."

"This was the penn'worth of his thought."

"So much is a man worth as he esteems himself."

"To be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history."

"'Tis virtue, wit, and worth, and all That men divine and sacred call; For what is worth, in anything, But so much money as 't will bring?"

"When I was a child of seven years old, my friends, on a holiday, filled my pocket with coppers. I went directly to a shop where they sold toys for children; and, being charmed with the sound of a whistle, that I met by the way in the hands of another boy, I voluntarily offered and gave all my money for one. I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family. My brothers, and sisters, and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth; put me in mind what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money; and laughed at me so much for my folly, that I cried with vexation; and the reflection gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure. This however was afterwards of use to me, the impression continuing on my mind; so that often, when I was tempted to buy some unnecessary thing, I said to myself, Don't give too much for the whistle; and I saved my money."

"The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accursed; Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the sod, Than be true to Church and State while we are doubly false to God."

"He [Cæsar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor."

"Men are like steel — when they lose their temper, they lose their worth."

"Ipsa se fraus, etiamsi initio cautior fuerit, detegit."

"Tarquin and Cæsar had each his Brutus—Charles the First, his Cromwell—and George the Third—("Treason!" shouted the Speaker) may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it."

"The man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him."

"I desired to live worthily as long as I lived, and to leave after my life, to the men who should come after me, the memory of me in good works."

"For while the treason I detest, The traitor still I love."

"O that a soldier so glorious, ever victorious in fight, Passed from a daylight of honor into the terrible night; Fell as the mighty archangel, ere the earth glowed in space, fell— Fell from the patriot's heaven down to the loyalist's hell!"

"With evil omens from the harbour sails The ill-fated ship that worthless Arnold bears; God of the southern winds, call up thy gales, And whistle in rude fury round his ears."

"Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason? Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason."

"Treason is not own'd when 'tis descried; Successful crimes alone are justified."

"I care not twopence."

"Judas had given them the slip."

"I would that I were low laid in my grave; I am not worth this coil that's made for me."

"To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master, And cried "all hail!" whereas he meant all harm."

"Et tu Brute! Then fall, Cæsar!"

"Know, my name is lost; By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit."

"Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep; And in his simple show he harbours treason."

"Treason is but trusted like the fox Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and locked up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors."

"Some guard these traitors to the block of death; Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath."

"Tellest thou me of "ifs"? Thou art a traitor: Off with his head!"

"Treason and murder ever kept together, As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose, Working so grossly in a natural cause, That admiration did not hoop at them."

"Treason is a charge invented by winners as an excuse for hanging the losers."

"All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if the nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears."

"Nemo unquam sapiens proditori credendum putavit."

"We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to answer."

"Der Freunde Eifer ist's, der mich Zu Grunde richtet, nicht der Hass der Feinde."