Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall

In This World, Who Can Do A Thing, Will Not; And Who Would Do It, Cannot, I Perceive: Yet The Will's Somewhat — Somewhat, Too, The Power — And Thus We Half-men Struggle.

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.

Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem Best?

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

Progress Is The Law Of Life: Man Is Not Man As Yet.