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

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")

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

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

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.

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.

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