"All existence is not equal, and all living is not life;
Sick men live; and he who, banished, pines for children, home, and wife;
And the craven-hearted eater of another's leavings lives,
And the wretched captive waiting for the word of doom survives;
But they bear an anguished body, and they draw a deadly breath,
And life cometh to them only on the happy day of death."

"True Religion ! — 'tis not blindly prating what the priest may prate,
But to love, as God hath loved them, all things, be they small of great;
And true bliss is when a sane mind doth a healthy body fill ;
And true knowledge is the knowing what is good and what is ill."

"Poisonous though the tree of life be, two fair blossoms grow thereon :
One, the company of good men ; and sweet songs of Poets, one."

“Seeing how the soorma wasteth, seeing how the ant-hill
grows,
Little adding unto little — live, give, learn, as life-time goes."
Drops of water falling, falling, falling, brim the chatty o'er ;
Wisdom comes in little lessons— little gains make largest store."

"Good dame," said the Cock, "am I so pitiful a
fellow that the Sea will venture to wash the eggs out of
my nest?"
"You are my very good Lord," replied the Hen, with
a laugh ; "but still there is a great difference between you
and the Sea."

"Fellow be with kindly foemen, rather than with friends unkind ;
Friend and foeman are distinguished not by title but by mind.”

"Hunger hears not, cares not, spares not ; no boon of the starving beg;
When the snake is pinched with craving, verily she eats her egg."

“Like as a plank of drift-wood
Tossed on the watery main,
Another plank encountered,
Meets, — touches, — parts again ;
So tossed, and drifting ever,
On life's unresting sea,
Men meet, and greet, and sever,
Parting eternally."

“Meeting makes a parting sure,
Life's is nothing but death's door."

"From the day, the hour, the minute,
Each life quickens in the womb ;
Thence its march, no falter in it,
Goes straight forward to the tomb."