No life can be dreary when work is delight.

Take my will, and make it Thine, It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart, it is Thine own; It shall be Thy royal throne.

No life can be dreary when work is delight.

A great deal of living must go to a very little writing.

Doubt indulged soon becomes doubt realized.

Poetry is a second translation of the soul's feeling; it must be rendered into thought, and thought must change its nebulous robe of semi-wording into definite language, before it reaches another heart. Music is a first translation of feeling, needing no second, but entering the heart direct.

Silence is no certain token that no secret grief is there; Sorrow which is never spoken is the heaviest load to bear.