I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.

Time is the life of the soul.

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!