Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.

So disasters come not singly; But as if they watched and waited, Scanning one another's motions, When the first descends, the others Follow, follow, gathering flock-wiseRound their victim, sick and wounded, First a shadow, then a sorrow, Till the air is dark with anguish.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.