Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

Tho' much is taken, much abides.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.