And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it?

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips.

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.

Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I .... In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used, - well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I.