O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.
Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.
I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books.