I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.

I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.

I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.

Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!

A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.

There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.