A pat on the back is only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, but is miles ahead in results.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

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

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

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.

The passion you forbade my lips to utter Will not be silenced. You must hear it in The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter: And when the tempest nears, with wail and din, I know your calm forgetfulness is broken, And to your heart you whisper, "He has spoken."