The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.

As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.

Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.

A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.

For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

Every mortal loss is an immortal gain.