What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.

Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.

Be grateful for the tiny details of your life and make room for unexpected and beautiful blessings.

The meditative angler is not exempt from sensational periods. There are times when all the uncertainty of his chosen pursuit seems to condense itself into one big chance, and stand out before him like a salmon on the top wave of a rapid. He sees his luck hangs by a single strand of gut, and he cannot tell whether it will hold or break. This is the thrilling moment and he never forgets it.

Love is not getting, but giving; It is goodness, and honor, and peace and pure living.

A peace that depends on fear is nothing but a suppressed war.

Not to the swift, the race: Not to the strong, the fight: Not to the righteous, perfect grace: Not to the wise, the light. But often faltering feet Come surest to the goal; And they who walk in darkness meet The sunrise of the soul.