'T is heaven alone that is given away; 'T is only God may be had for the asking.

If one waits for the right time to come before writing, the right time never comes.

Not suffering, but faint heart, is worst of woes.

Aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession many.

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.

Over all life broods Poesy, like the calm blue sky with its motherly, rebuking face. She is the great reformer, and where the love of her is strong and healthy, wickedness and wrong cannot long prevail.

A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.