If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.

He guides me and the bird. In His good time!

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!

When is man strong until he feels alone?

Faultless to a fault.