The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.
Man's freedom is never in being saved from troubles, but it is the freedom to take trouble for his own good, to make the trouble an element in his joy.
Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.
Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.
When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.