Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.
No work begun shall ever pause for death.
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.