 Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do. |
| Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top. |
| 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. |
| I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God. |
| If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents. |
| My sun sets to rise again. |
| A minute's success pays the failure of years. |
| The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate! |
| You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls. |
| On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round. |
| Oh, to be in England now that April's there. |
| The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet! |
| Faultless to a fault. |
| So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee. |
| Motherhood: All love begins and ends there. |
| Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. |
| What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew. |
| White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice. |
| One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake. |
| 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! |
