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.

Even for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief, death cannot long divide; for is it not as if the rose that climbed my garden wall had bloomed the other side?

True worth is in being, not seeming- In doing, each day that goes by, Some little good, not in the dreaming Of great things to do by and by. For whatever men say in their blindness, And spite of the fancies of youth, There's nothing so kingly as kindness, And nothing so royal as truth.

True worth is in being, not seeming

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

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