Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.

It is folly to pretend that one ever wholly recovers from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. There are faces I can never look upon without emotion, there are names I can never hear spoken without almost starting.

However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters

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

Autumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.

Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.