We should every night call ourselves to an account: What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed! What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired?

He is a hypocrite who professes what he does not believe; not he who does not practice all he wishes or approves.

We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

The world begins anew with every birth, my father used to say. He forgot to say, with every death it ends. Or did not think he needed to. Because for a goodly part of his life he worked in a graveyard.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.