Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.

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

Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.