Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

Life must go on, Though good men die.

Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.

Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky.

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.