“It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.”

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

Do not strive to grasp them all.

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

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

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’

Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.

True or false, that never dies

When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.

I think that one of the ways that Americans will come to want to look at history is by looking at their own families’ histories

But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.

Seated one day at the organ

One does not miss heaven by a hair, but by constant effort to avoid and escape God.

There is no such cozy combination as man and wife.

The noblest of the elements is water.