Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Who would attain to summits still and fair,Must nerve himself through valleys of despair. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Give thy love freely, do not count the cost: So beautiful a thing was never lost. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox