A minute's success pays the failure of years.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

What joy is better than the news of friends?

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

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.

My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.