I who still pray at morning and at eve Thrice in my life perhaps have truly prayed, Thrice stirred below conscious self Have felt that perfect disenthrallment which is God.

Those who love are but one step from heaven.

He who keeps his faith only, cannot be discrowned.

Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.

If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it's the light of the oncoming train.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold... 'T is heaven alone that is given away, 'T is only God may be had for the asking; There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.