Time is the best avenger.

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.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod, And no one can save you from error or sin, Until you shall hark to the Spirit within.

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

'Tis they who are in their own chambers haunted By thoughts that like unbidden guests intrude, And sit down, uninvited and unwanted, And make a nightmare of the solitude.

Trust in your own untried capacity.