for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free.

When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth

You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.

From the grasses in the field to the stars in the sky, each one is doing just that; and there is such profound peace and surpassing beauty in nature because none of these tries forcibly to transgress its limitations.