They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

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

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

Truly, this world can go on without us, if we would but think so.

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

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.