Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully like other people.

It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century.

In vain we call old notions fudge, And bend our conscience to our dealing; The Ten Commandments will not budge, And stealing will continue stealing.

To put more faith in lies and hate than truth and love, is the true atheism.

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

Borrowed garments never keep one warm.

But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.