Fair words gladden so many a heart.

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.

Difficulty on the way to victory is opportunity for God to work

Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing from the top of the house as if they had built it.

Learn to labour and to wait.