Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

Love is energy of life.

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

God is the perfect poet.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.