There is purpose in pain; otherwise it were devilish.

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.

Rest is sweet after strife.

The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not.

Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light; every eye, looking on, finds its own.

We gain justice, judgment, with years, or else years are in vain.

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