What should I be but just what I am?

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass, This life can be. Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful Because common, beautiful because beautiful, Noble because common, because free.

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.

I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.

If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.

Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.