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

There was hell in her eyes! She was worn and jaded Her soul is at war with the life she has led. As I looked on that face so strangely faded I wonder God did not strike me dead.

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.

It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his pack But no one can rate a burden's weight Until it has been on his back

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

It has always been my belief that children inherit the suppressed tendencies of their parents. A clergyman's son frequently shows abnormal tastes for the pleasures that his father denied himself.

A poor original is better than a good imitation.