Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.

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

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

Moon and Sea You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: The tide of hope swells high within my breast, And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrest When your fond eyes smile near in perigee. But when that loving face is turned from me, Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear, And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear. You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.

Good music is wine turned to sound

Many times I am asked why the suffering of animals should call forth more sympathy from me than the suffering of human beings; why I work in this direction of charitable work more than toward any other. My answer is that because I believe that this work includes all the education and lines of reform which are needed to make a perfect circle of peace and goodwill about the Earth.

Feast, and your halls are crowded Fast, and the world goes by Succeed and give, and it helps you live But no man can help you die