“And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret”

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

Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them

Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new

We put him in touch with his inner reality.

Sometimes I try my hand at turning out small profundities and uncertain short stories, but I always end up with just one single word: God.

Its strength lies in its open architecture and its ability to allow a framework where all voices can be heard.

Women that are the least bashful are often the most modest.

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You are the architect of your own loneliness.

If one finds the strength to deal with small things, one finds it to deal with the large ones as well.

There is nothing to encourage.