The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

No man is so poor as that. As well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing worth giving to the sea, because they are not rivers. Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.