I hold that a man had better be dead than alive when his work is done.
I sit where the leaves of the maple and the gnarled and knotted gum are circling and drifting around me.
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.
He who loves best his fellow-man, is loving God the holiest way he can.
For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.
Every life is meant to help all lives; each man should live for all men's betterment.