God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her!

Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water.

Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!

All poetry is difficult to read, The sense of it is, anyhow.

All service ranks the same with God- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

Less is more.

When is man strong until he feels alone?

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

So absolutely good is truth, truth never hurts The teller.

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.