God's finger touched him and he slept. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds. Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. There's no glory like those who save their country. Tis only noble to be good.
Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies. Love is the only gold. And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men. I am a part of all that I have met.