If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.

What a thing friendship is - World without end.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!

How very hard it is to be a Christian!

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

God is the perfect poet.