The devil, that old stager, who leads downward, perhaps, but fiddles all the way!

Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it, -so you ignore, So you make perfect the present, condense, In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment, Thought and feeling and soul and sense.

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

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

Thought is the soul of act.

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

The great mind knows the power of gentleness.