“But how carve way i’ the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?”

T’was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ’s particular love’s sake!

When is man strong until he feels alone?

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

I judge people by what they might be, – not are, nor will be.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

God is in his Heaven, all’s right with the world.

The moment eternal – just that and no more – When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man’s worth something.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

Lofty designs must close in like effects.

Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?

Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.

To plunder, to lie, to show your arse, are three essentials for climbing high.

A friend once said, and I found to be true,That everyday people, they lie to God too, So what makes you think, that they won’t lie to you.

I know I’ll never trust a single thing you say. You knew your lies would divide us, but you lied anyway. And all the lies have got you floating up above us all. But what goes up has got to fall

There’s only two people in your life you should lie to… the police and your girlfriend.

But what’s real? You can’t find the truth. You just pick the lie you like best. As long as you know that everything’s a lie, you can’t hurt yourself.

I could happily lie down and die sometimes.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

A truth that’s told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.