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

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

I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered

I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.

Children bring their own love with them when they come.

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

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