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

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.

Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav’n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!

You remind me what heavens air felt like, I think you’re here to walk me home.

I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I’m not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.

He wears a smile as bright as the heaven he fell from.

He that condescended so far, and stooped so low, to invite and bring us to heaven, will not refuse us a gracious reception there.

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

A man may go to heaven with half the pains it cost him to purchase hell.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven.