Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.

A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.