Now the great winds shoreward blow Now the salt tides seaward flow Now the wild white horses play Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.

The heart less bounding at emotion new, The hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.

The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.... He who works for sweetness and light united, works to make reason and the will of God prevail.

Religion--that voice of the deepest human experience.

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day.

Religion is ethics heightened, enkindled, lit up by feeling

Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.