"I won a noble fame; But with a sudden frown, The people snatched my crown, And, in the mire, trod down My lofty name."

"But I account it worth All pangs of fair hopes crost— All loves and honors lost,— To gain the heavens, at cost Of los…"

"So, lest I be inclined To render ill for ill,— Henceforth in me instil, O God, a sweet good-will To all mankind."

""What is wealth?" the king would say, "Even this shall pass away"."

"Pain is hard to bear," he cried, "But with patience, day by day, Even this shall pass away."

"What is fame? Fame is but a slow decay— Even this shall pass away."

"Aye, think! Since time and life began, Your mind has only feared and slept; Of all the beasts they called you man Onl…"

"Would you end war? Create great Peace."

"To be a god First I must be a god-maker: We are what we create."

"Hearts starve as well as bodies: Give us Bread, but give us Roses."