It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.
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 am athirst for God, the living God.
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.