Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

Rest, rest at the heart's core . . . till joy shall overtake.

Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago

One day in the country Is worth a month in town

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.