Lord, when my spirit shall return to thee, At the foot of a friendly tree let my body be buried, That this dust may rise and rejoice among the branches.

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars.

It is with rivers as it is with people: the greatest are not always the most agreeable nor the best to live with.

There is a better thing than the observance of Christmas day, and that is, keeping Christmas.

Thou wayfaring Jesus - a pilgrim and stranger, Exiled from heaven by love at Thy birth: Exiled again from Thy rest in the manger, A fugitive child 'mid the perils of earth - Cheer with Thy fellowship all who are weary, Wandering far from the land that they love: Guide every heart that is homeless and dreary, Safe to its home in Thy presence above.

Who can explain the secret pathos of Nature's loveliness? It is a touch of melancholy inherited from our mother Eve. It is an unconscious memory of the lost Paradise. It is the sense that even if we should find another Eden, we would not be fit to enjoy it perfectly nor stay in it forever.

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.