Good to forgive, Best to forget.

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

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.

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.