It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

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

The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!

We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.

How good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

O Lyric Love, half angel and half bird, And all a wonder and a wild desire.

Who hears music, feels his solitude Peopled at once.

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!"