“Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.”

Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.

Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.

No star is lost once we have seen

One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going

Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.

The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,

We always may be what we might have been.

The stars can only shine In the dark night.

Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

See how time makes all grief decay.

Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,

But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.

With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit

To ask for power is forcing uphill a stone which after all rolls back again from the summit and seeks in headlong haste the levels of the plain.

Let us realize that along with food, shelter, and clothing

I want to touch people’s lives, and bring them along with me.

Constant dripping hollows out a stone.

On the contrary, it can only be conserved by continuous and good practice.

He who bravely endures evils, in time reaps the reward.

Each of us must turn inward and destroy in himself all that he thinks he ought to destroy in others.

Look at a man in the midst of doubt & danger and you will learn in his hour of adversity what he really is.