It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."

When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.

A pat on the back is only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, but is miles ahead in results.

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

And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

The two kinds of people on earth are the people who lift and the people who lean.

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.