I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my success alone; but let me find the grasp of your hand in my failure.

The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.

Repentance is a gift of God's grace.

Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.

Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.