You never can tell when you send a word, Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind, Just where it may chance to go!

We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living.

The dark today leads into light tomorrow. There is no endless joy, and yet no endless sorrow.

Love is the only duty that we know.

'Tis they who are in their own chambers haunted By thoughts that like unbidden guests intrude, And sit down, uninvited and unwanted, And make a nightmare of the solitude.

God sent us here to make mistakes

Love lights more fire than hate extinguishes.