For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.
My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.
All's love, yet all's law.
Earth is crammed with heavens.
Look not down but up!
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.