What's a man's age He must hurry more, that's all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
Why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestaled in triumph
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.
No sketches first, no studies, that???s long past: I do what many dream of all their lives, Dream? strive to do, and agonize to do, And fail in doing. I could count twenty such On twice your fingers, and not leave this town, Who strive you don???t
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
God is the perfect poet.
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth - Compared with love, found, gained, and kept
To do good thing in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.
Grow old along with me The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made Our times are in his hand who saith, A whole I planned, Youth shows but half trust God See all, nor be afraid
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp - or what's a heaven for
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew
One may do whatever one likes in art: the only thing is to make sure that one does not like it
There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing
For life, with all its yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear, - believe the aged friend - Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity
But facts are facts and flinch not
All we have gained then by our unbelief Is a life of doubt diversified by faith, For one of faith diversified by doubt: We called the chess-board white, - we call it black
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
God is the perfect poet, / Who in his person acts his own creations.
God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod
Ignorance is not innocence but sin