Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

Nothing with God can be accidental.

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.

Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.