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

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

The prayer of Ajax was for light.

The world loves a spice of wickedness.

Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of His mother, as if to teach us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought - the last point of earth from which the soul should take its flight for heaven.