White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.

Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.

Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.