How very hard it is to be a Christian!

Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!

Most progress is most failure.

You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.

Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.

'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.

Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.