I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place.

There is no thing we cannot overcome Say not thy evil instinct is inherited, Or that some trait inborn makes thy whole life forlorn, And calls down punishment that is not merited.

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.

All roads that lead to God are good.

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

For this is wisdom- to love and live To take what fate or the Gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time--let go.

Talk faith. The world is better off without, Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.