I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

The soul never grows old.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection - itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.

The soul...is audible, not visible.