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

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?

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,

We always may be what we might have been.

The stars can only shine In the dark night.

Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

See how time makes all grief decay.

Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,

But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.

With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit

Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them

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

It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

On the plains of hesitation lie the blackened bones of countless millions who at the dawn of victory lay down to rest, and in resting died.

You need good thinkers around you.

All I need is your touch to feel alive and to get drunk off your presence.

Plain as a nose in a man’s face.

What is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.

Men are eager to tread underfoot what they have once too much feared.

He who slings mud generally loses ground.

She’s pretty amazing.