Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs.

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

It is essential to the sanity of mankind that each one should think the other crazy - a condition with which the cynicism of human nature so cordially complies, one could wish it were a concurrence upon a subject more noble.