Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

The air of summer was sweeter than wine.