Time's waters will not ebb nor stay.
Blest are the pure in heart, for they shall see our God. The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ's abode.
For as fire is kindled by fire, so is a poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.
Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look when hearts are of each other sure.
Give us grace to listen well.
Once you make up your mind never to stand waiting and hesitating when your conscience tells you what you ought to do, and you have got the key to every blessing that a sinner can reasonably hope for.