Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
Children bring their own love with them when they come.
I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.
I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.