Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near.

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.

Time's waters will not ebb nor stay.

When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something.

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.

Give us grace to listen well.