It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled; For see! how the light of the New Year is gilding The wan, worn face of the bruised old world.

I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.

Hide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight; Think Love, although you speak it not It gives the world more light.

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

... love moves the world along.

Content is not the pathway to great deeds.