Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.