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

When pain ends, gain ends too.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.