Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.
It takes a bee to get the honey out
Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when -
Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
God, give me hills to climb, And strength for climbing!
God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.