Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.

You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.

Women hate a debt as men a gift.

Smiling the boy fell dead.

Most progress is most failure.

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.