She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

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

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

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.