Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.

What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

Since there my past life lies, why alter it?

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize.