Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.
Chance works for us when we are good captains.
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.
The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!