There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.

I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place.

Our lives are songs; God write the words And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad, As we choose to fashion the measure.

Content is not the pathway to great deeds.

Trust in your own untried capacity.

And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.