In the storm, like a prophet o'ermaddened, Thou singest and tossest thy branches; Thy heart with the terror is gladdened, Thou forebodest the dread avalanches.... In the calm thou o'erstretchest the valleys With thine arms, as if blessings imploring, Like an old king led forth from his palace, When his people to battle are pouring.

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.

Children are God's Apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope, and peace.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.

Life may be given in many ways, and loyalty to truth be sealed as bravely in the closet as the field.

The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers.