“Do not strive to grasp them all.”

Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.

Each man has some part to play.

To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger

One by one the sands are flowing

Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!

I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.

One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below

Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.

Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us

Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies

I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.

Dreams grow holy put in action.

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife

On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.

Life is the constant opportunity to wake up.

The Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.

You’ll always be expected to know Chinese, and if you don’t, I’m afraid they will not respect you as much.

If this country [America] is to survive, the best-fed-nation myth had better be recognized for what it is

How rash to assert that man shapes his own destiny. All he can do is determine his inner responses.

Joy seems to me a step beyond happiness.

Trying to beat my personal best

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms