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.

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.

Why stay on the earth except to grow.

But there are times when patience proves at fault.

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

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