I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.

Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. ("The Key-Note")

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

Let bygones be bygones.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.

Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.

O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In little daily duties to which Thou callest us, bow down our wills to simple obedience.