Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.