Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise.

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.

Who knows but the world may end tonight

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.