A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat.
Into each life some rain must fall.
Defeat may be victory in disguise.
The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right. Things have been mended that were worse, and the the worse, the nearer they are to mend.