Life is the gift of God, and is divine.

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.