One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools

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

And gain is gain, however small

It is best to be yourself, imperial, plain and true

So free we seem, so fettered fast we are

When a man's busy, why leisure strikes him as wonderful pleasure: faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightaway he wants to be busy

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

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!

What most moved him was a certain meal on beans

Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made

I was ever a fighter, so - one fight more, the best and the last!

Fear death? - to feel the fog in my throat, the mist in my face

A minute's success pays the failure of years

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

There's a new tribunal now, higher than God's - the educated man's!

When earth breaks up and heaven expands, how will the change strike me and you in the house not made with hands?

Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same

Let twenty pass, and stone the twenty-first, loving not, hating not, just choosing so

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also