The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.

It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.

For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.

Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

Be He nowhere else, God is in all that liberates and lifts, in all that humbles, sweetens, and consoles.

The victory's in believing.

At the devil's booth are all things sold. Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold.