That golden sky, which was the doubly blessed symbol of advancing day and of approaching rest.

Anger seek it prey,-- Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw, Like not to go off hungry, leaving Love To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.

It is never too late to be who you want to be.

Those old stories of visions and dreams guiding men have their truth; we are saved by making the future present to ourselves.

The intensest form of hatred is that rooted in fear.

The fact is, both callers and work thicken - the former sadly interfering with the latter.

What is better than to love and live with the loved? -- But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.