It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.