Master books, but do not let them master you. - Read to live, not live to read.

Since we parted yester eve, I do love thee, love, believe, Twelve times dearer, twelve hours longer,- One dream deeper, one night stronger, One sun surer,-thus much more Than I loved thee, love, before.

There is purpose in pain; otherwise it were devilish.

Alas! must it ever be so? Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go, And fight our own shadows forever?

Life is good, but not life in itself.

The man who seeks one thing in life and but one, May hope to achieve it before life is done; But he who seeks all things, wherever he goes, Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows, A harvest of barren regrets.

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.