I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me.

Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.

A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.

Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together!

Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.

Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest!

And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.