Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.
The well of Providence is deep. It's the buckets we bring to it that are small.
If you know much about your work - why you work, how you work, your aims - you are probably not a poet.
Autumn is full of leave-taking.
We are tomorrow's past.
Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest.