Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.

Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!

The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.