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

Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving Thy strong regard for me, Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving; Let thy faith speak for thee.

Better than glory, or honors, or fame, (Though I am striving for those to-day) To know that some heart will cherish my name, And think of me kindly, with blessings, alway.

The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.

The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.

There is nothing ridiculous in love.

Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe.