Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one to thank.
Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
Heaven is the presence of God.
Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.
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")