No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear, But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.

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

I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!

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. On the other hand, there are faces which the multitude, at first glance, pronounce homely, unattractive and such as "Nature fashions by the gross," which I always recognize with a warm heart-thrill. Not for the world would I have one feature changed; they please me as they are; they are hallowed by kind memories, and are beautiful through their associations.

The laws of changeless justice bind oppressor and oppressed; and, close as sin and suffering joined we march to fate abreast.