The earth has grown old with its burden of care, but at Christmas it always is young, the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, and its soul full of music breaks the air, when the song of angels is sung.

Feed on Christ, and then go and live your life, and it is Christ in you that lives your life, that helps the poor, that tells the truth, that fights the battle, and that wins the crown.

Life is too short to nurse one's misery. Hurry across the lowlands so that you may spend more time on the mountain tops.

To find his place and fill it is success for a man.

Do not dare to live without some clear intention toward which your living shall be bent. Mean to be something with all your might.

You may look through the streets of heaven, asking each how they came to b there, and you will look in vain everywhere for a person who is morally and spiritually strong, whose strength did not come to him in struggle. There is no exception anywhere. Every true strength is gained in struggle.

The earth has grown old with its burden of care, But at Christmas it always is young.