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

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.

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.

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

First you must build a home in yourself before you start inviting people in.

I seek the utmost pleasure and the least pain.

Fear is the mother of all gods.

Death is utterly acceptable to consciousness and life.

Why dost thou not retire like a guest sated with the banquet of life, and with calm mind embrace, thou fool, a rest that knows no care?

Remind a man of what he remembers, and you will make him forget it.

It has a very mystic energy which informs you as an actor.

It is much easier to begin than to end.