Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

Man's abiding happiness is not in getting anything but in giving himself up to what is greater than himself, to ideas which are larger than his individual life, the idea of his country, of humanity, of God.

It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.

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

The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.

The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.