“See how time makes all grief decay.”

I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.

One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below

Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.

Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us

Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies

I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.

Dreams grow holy put in action.

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife

Do not strive to grasp them all.

On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.

Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’

Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.

One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.

You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.

And this has sometimes been a lonely road, because I never meet anybody coming the other way.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbols never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

It is … impossible to keep one’s excellence in a little glass casket, like a jewel, to take it out whenever wanted.

One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.

Who will look out for you if you do the right thing.

Courage in danger is half the battle.

A wise man who stands firm is a statesman, a foolish man who stands firm is a catastrophe.