If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.
What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.
The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.
We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.