The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

What discord we should bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered. Then we should govern the world and not God. And do you think we should govern it better? It gives me only pain when I hear the long, wearisome petitions of people asking for they know not what. . . . Thanks-giving with a full heart-and the rest silence and submission to the divine will!

Don't cross the bridge til you come to it.

And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.