Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.
We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.
And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.
There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it.
Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.