A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

I shall make the most of all that comes: And the least of all that goes.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children’s faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.

Life is but thought.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.

Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?

Then, like an old-time orator impressively he rose; I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

There’s nothing half so real in life as the things you’ve done… inexorably, unalterably done.

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange – my youth.

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.