It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.
Man is man, and master of his fate.
And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.