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

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.

He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder.

The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.