May I reach That purest heaven - be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony; Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty. Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in the diffusion ever more intense! So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.

[It is easier] to quell emotion than to incur the consequences of venting it.

I think any hardship is better than pretending to do what one is paid for, and never really doing it.

I shall do everything it becomes me to do.

There's folks 'ud stand on their heads and then say the fault was i' their boots.

Many an irritating fault, many an unlovely oddity, has come of a hard sorrow.

For years after Lydgate remembered the impression produced in him by this involuntary appeal-this cry from soul to soul, without other consciousness than their moving with kindred natures in the same embroiled medium, the same troublous fitfully-illuminated life.