The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.

O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!

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

Life is the gift of God, and is divine.

Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent.

From labor there shall come forth rest.