Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Truth never hurts the teller.