Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe.

Power is a dangerous thing. Be careful that you don't abuse it or let it make a tyrant of you.

I often think flowers are the angels' alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to feel and learn.

To be strong, and beautiful, and go round making music all the time. Yes, she could do that, and with a very earnest prayer Polly asked for the strength of an upright soul, the beauty of a tender heart, the power to make her life a sweet and stirring song, helpful while it lasted, remembered when it died.

To most the end comes as naturally and simply as sleep.

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.

Painful as it may be, a significant emotional event can be the catalyst for choosing a direction that serves us - and those around us - more effectively. Look for the learning.