Truth never hurt the teller.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.