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

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.

Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.

Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.

It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.

O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.