On Love:
A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave.
On Kindness:
Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us.
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life.
On Life:
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future.
The best portion of a good man’s life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
There’s not a nook within this solemn pass; But were an apt confessional for one; Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone, That life is but a tale of morning grass; Withered at eve.
My days, my friend, are almost gone,My life has been approved,And many love me but by noneAm I enough beloved.
On Happiness:
Dreams, books, are each a world and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good. Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
On Fear:
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.
On Knowledge:
Many are our joysIn youth, but oh what happiness to liveWhen every hour brings palpable accessOf knowledge, when all knowledge is delight,And sorrow is not there
On God:
The love of God is passionate. He pursues each of us even when we know it not.