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

Every life is meant to help all lives; each man should live for all men's betterment.

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.

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.

Not what we think, but what we do, / Makes saints of us: all stiff and cold, / The outlines of the corpse show through / The cloth of gold.

I hold that a man had better be dead than alive when his work is done.