Death is another life.
Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.
All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.
If all were rich, gold would be penniless.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
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.