Trust in your own untried capacity.

I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.

We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living.

Distrust that man who tells you to distrust.

The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.

There's one sad truth in life I've found While journeying east and west - The only folks we really wound Are those we love the best. We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest, And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those who love us best.

The dark today leads into light tomorrow. There is no endless joy, and yet no endless sorrow.