Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday!

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Difficulty on the way to victory is opportunity for God to work

Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.