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

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Talent should minister to genius.

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!

When pain ends, gain ends too.