But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus

And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!

Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.

The old order changeth yielding place to new And God fulfills himself in many ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me I have lived my life and that which I have done May he within himself make pure but thou If thou shouldst never see my face again Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

Woman is the lesser man.

I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.