Ah, but a man`s reach should exceed his grasp - or what`s a heaven for?
What`s the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth - Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
Grow old along with me the best is yet to be.
Why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestaled in triumph?
I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
A minute`s success pays the failure of years.
God is the perfect poet.
Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.