Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Love is the only gold.
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro’ nature, moulding men.
Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.