Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
My sun sets to rise again.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be The last of life for which the first was made: Our times are in his hands Who sayeth "a whole I plant Youth shows but half Trust God see all nor be afraid....
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Without love, our earth is a tomb
When the fight begins within himself a man's worth something.
I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.
Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity These are its sign and note and character.
Grow old along with me--the best is yet to be,
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Make us happy and you make us good.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
Strike when thou wilt the hour of rest but let my last days be my best.
I... know what I do and am unmoved by men's blame or their praise either.
Love is the energy of life.