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

Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?

A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.

Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply I may forget.

One day in the country Is worth a month in town

Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.