As I walk'd by myself, I talk'd to myself And myself replied to me; And the questions myself then put to myself, With their answers I give to thee.

Let not soft slumber close your eyes, Before you've collected thrice The train of action through the day! Where have my feet chose out their way? What have I learnt, where'er I've been, From all I've heard, from all I've seen? What have I more that's worth the knowing? What have I done that's worth the doing? What have I sought that I should shun? What duty have I left undone, Or into what new follies run? These self-inquiries are the road That lead to virtue and to God.

You should examine yourself daily. If you find faults, you should correct them. When you find none, you should try even harder.

Selfishness is the only real atheism; aspiration, unselfishness, the only real religion.

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.