“Dreams grow holy put in action.”

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

It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

True or false, that never dies

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

Seated one day at the organ

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

To believe that women’s contributions have been less important than men’s contributions because women are usually less public people.

Know thyself means this, that you get acquainted with what you know, and what you can do.

Up against another human being one’s own procedures take on definition.

For all kinds of reasons, it is more difficult to track women’s lives. Women’s words have simply been considered less important, so they have been preserved less often.

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.