“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made.”
“The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!”
“What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.”
“Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!”
“I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.”
“Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.”
“Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.”
“That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!”
“One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,”
“The year's at the spring; And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven, All's right with the world!”
“Truth lies within ourselves: it takes no rise from outward things, whatever you may believe. There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness and to Know rather consists in opening out a way whence the imprisoned splendor may escape than in effecting entry for light supposed to be without.”