All human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil. - Robert Louis Stevenson

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still.

Here lies one who meant well, tried a little, failed much: — surely that may be his epitaph of which he need not be ashamed.