But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right; Things have been mended that were worse, And the worse, the nearer they are to mend.
All things must change to something new, to something strange.
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, – act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.
Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night’s repose.
But the good deed, through the ages Living in historic pages, Brighter grows and gleams immortal, Unconsumed by moth or rust.
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear.
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one’s judgement of others.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.