No question is ever settled until it is settled right.

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.

God, what a world, if men in street and mart felt that same kinship of the human heart which makes them, in the face of fire and flood, rise to the meaning of true brotherhood.

Trust in your own untried capacity.

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!

I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.

The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.