There is a better thing than the observance of Christmas day, and that is, keeping Christmas.
The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour, In darkness, and beyond thy power. Behind its unreturning line, The vanished hour, no longer thine: One hour alone is in thy hands,- The NOW on which the shadow stands.
The woods would be quiet if no bird sang but the one that sang best.
Some people are so afraid do die that they never begin to live.
Love that leads life upward is the noblest and the best.
You may have to live in a crowd, but you do not have to live like it.