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

I am athirst for God, the living God.

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

Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.

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

Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.

It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.