Silence is more musical than any song.
Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
Flowers preach to us if we will hear.
Obedience is the fruit of faith.
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?