To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.

When you ask one friend to dine, Give him your best wine! When you ask two, The second best will do!

Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.

Nothing with God can be accidental.

Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.

It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.