That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.
if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.