The days that make us happy make us wise

I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.

I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth; / Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.

In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.

God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

Life's battle is a conquest for the strong; The meaning shows in the defeated thing.