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

Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other than it is. This alone is health and happiness.

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.

A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat.

Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.