Why stay on the earth except to grow.

There's a new tribunal now higher than God's -The educated man's!

How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

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

Faultless to a fault.