In life there are meetings which seem Like a fate.

Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide When, moment on moment, there rushes between The one and the other, a sea;-- Ah, never can fall from the days that have been A gleam on the years that shall be!

We are but as the instrument of Heaven. Our work is not design, but destiny.

Don't be so humble--you are not that great.

O be very sure That no man will learn anything at all, Unless he first will learn humility.

There is purpose in pain, Otherwise it were devilish.