In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

My sun sets to rise again.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

What joy is better than the news of friends?