Music is the language spoken by angels.

Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.

Rule by patience, Laughing Water!

In the long run men hit only what they aim at.

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

Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.