Make us happy and you make us good.
When is man strong until he feels alone?
It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.
He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.
Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.
Why stay on the earth except to grow.