Superstition is the poesy of practical life; hence, a poet is none the worse for being superstitious.

Nine requisites for contented living: Health enough to make work a pleasure. Wealth enough to support your needs. Strength to battle with difficulties and overcome them. Grace enough to confess your sins and forsake them. Patience enough to toil until some good is accomplished. Charity enough to see some good in your neighbor. Love enough to move you to be useful and helpful to others. Faith enough to make real the things of God. Hope enough to remove all anxious fears concerning the future.

Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.

A man would create another man if one did not already exist, but a woman might live an eternity without even thinking of reproducing her own sex.

Voluntary dependence is the wonderful form of existence, and how could that be possible without love?

After fifteen minutes nobody looks at a rainbow.

The Christian religion, though scattered and abroad will in the end gather itself together at the foot of the cross.