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

Make us happy and you make us good.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.

Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I reply, to serve for a test As a virtue golden through and through, Sufficient to vindicate itself And prove its worth at a moment's view! . . . . . . Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will! The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin; And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost Is-the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say.