There are ghosts in the room. As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there They come out of the gloom, And they stand at my side and they lean on my chair.

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

'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; But the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.

No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.

God, what a world, if men in street and mart felt that same kinship of the human heart which makes them, in the face of fire and flood, rise to the meaning of true brotherhood.

There is no balking genius. Only death can silence it or hinder.

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