“Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.”

A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Things seen are mightier than things heard.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Love will conquer at the last.

The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

There is nothing with which every man is so afraid as getting to know how enormously much he is capable of doing and becoming.

They are ill discoverers that think there is no land when they can see nothing but sea.

We are all broken things. But there’s so much beauty in those cracks. And so much strength in those places we’ve mended.

It is through weakness and vulnerability that most of us learn empathy and compassion and discover our soul.

The Conscience is a thousand witnesses.

He that will not apply new remedies must expect new evils; for time is the greatest innovator.

Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth — look at the dying man’s struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

The less people speak of their greatness, the more we think of it.