“Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new”

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.

Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.

Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.

No star is lost once we have seen

One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going

Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.

The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?

You are a beautiful rose, and strong like a mountain. So don’t let anyone rob you of your petals, and take away your colors that you hold so dear, next to your beating heart.

Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.

Through the instant of all conditions of appearance and disappearance. Of this I am perfectly certain. I am That.

They would prefer it if the world were very simple

Save your energy, protect your light, fuel your fire.

The human race has improved everything, but the human race.

Rich man and poor move side by side toward the limit of death.

Take it easy on yourself, your soul has been through enough.