O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?

In what a forge and what a heat were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock; 'Tis of the wave and not the rock.

Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.

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

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.