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

Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.

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

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.

A pin has a head, but has no hair

The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.