True worth is in being, not seeming

For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.

Shut up the door: who loves me must not look / Upon the withered world, but haste to bring / His lighted candle, and his story-book, / And live with me the poetry of spring.

He who loves best his fellow-man, is loving God the holiest way he can.

We cannot make bargains for blisses, / Nor catch them like fishes in nets; / And sometimes the thing our life misses, / Helps more than the thing which it gets.

I sit where the leaves of the maple and the gnarled and knotted gum are circling and drifting around me.

Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single.