So mothers have God's license to be missed.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state; Good patriots, who, for a theory, risked a cause; Good kings, who disemboweled for a tax; Good Popes, who brought all good to jeopardy; Good Christians, who sat still in easy-chairs; And damned the general world for standing up. Now, may the good God pardon all good men!

Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.

Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it's little.

When the dust of death has choked a great man's voice, the common words he said turn oracles, the common thoughts he yoked like horses draw like griffins.