Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We walk here, as it were, in the crypts of life; at times, from the great cathedral above us, we can hear the organ and the chanting choir; we see the light stream through the open door, when some friend goes up before us; and shall we fear to mount the narrow staircase of the grave that leads us out of this uncertain twilight into life eternal?

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.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.