We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Naught but God Can satisfy the soul.
Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
What men call accident is God's own part.
The sole equality on earth is death.