Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?

With thee conversing I forget all time.

No institution which does not continually test its ideals, techniques and measure of accomplishment can claim real vitality.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.