He never said it would be easy, He just said He'd go with me.
Wants keep pace with wealth always.
Ideals are the world's masters.
A man does not necessarily sin who does that which our reason and our conscience condemn.
if have got my spindle and my distaff ready--my pen and mind--never doubting for an instant that God will send me flax.
I softly sink into the bath of sleep: With eyelids shut, I see around me close The mottled, violet vapors of the deep, That wraps me in repose.