Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.
The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.
The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.