Fair or foul the lot apportioned life on earth, we bear alike.

How good is life, the mere living!

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

When pain ends, gain ends too.