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

Oh, talk as we may of beauty as a thing to be chiselled from marble or wrought out on canvas, speculate as we may upon its colors and outlines, what is it but an intellectual abstraction, after all? The heart feels a beauty of another kind; looking through the outward environment, it discovers a deeper and more real love-liness.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

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

Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.

Rest if you must, but never quit.

God is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure.