The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!

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.

There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.

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.

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.