There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.
A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.
Without hope we live in desire.
From a small spark, Great flame has risen.
Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from the lap of the earth.
For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.