Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy.

A man in armour is his armour's slave.

All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift, Is quick and transient,- comes, and lo! is gone, While Northern thought is slow and durable.