Rest is sweet after strife.

That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own, For neither praise nor self: Content to know and be unknown: Whole in himself.

No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby.

No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.

There is purpose in pain; otherwise it were devilish.

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday. As to the morrow, time enough to consider it when it becomes today.

Words, however, are things.