A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.

Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.

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.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.

People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.

The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.

And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.