Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare.

The wisest man could ask no more of fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, Safe from the many, honored by the few; Nothing to court in Church, or World, or State, But inwardly in secret to be great.

Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God so wills it; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'T is enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell... The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near... Every thing is upward striving; 'T is as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue, - 'T is the natural way of living.

Earth's biggest country 's gut her soul, An' risen up earth's greatest nation.

He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty.

Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.

Who speaks the truth stabs falsehood to the heart.