The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

A spirit of criticism, if indulged in, leads to a censoriousness of disposition that is destructive of all nobler feeling. The man who lives to find faults has a miserable mission.

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

Were a star quenched on high,For ages would its light,Still travelling downward from the sky,Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies,For years beyond our ken,The light he leaves behind him liesUpon the paths of men.

Don't cross the bridge til you come to it.

Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.