Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.
Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.
Make not thyself the judge of any man.
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.