Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the evil and ungentle passions looked out, hideous and hateful.

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.

Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.

Despair is infidelity and death.

Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.