Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had

Life is a frail moth flyingCaught in the web of the years that pass

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup

When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth

Life is but thought

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

I shall make the most of all that comes' And the least of all that goes