Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly.

The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.