For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends, For everything Thy goodness sends.

I see my trees repair their boughs.

It makes a great difference in the force of a sentence, whether a man be behind it or no.

A deep man believes that the evil eye can whither, the heart's blessing can heal, and that love can overcome all odds.

Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.

A poem is made up of thoughts, each of which filled the whole sky of the poet in its turn.

Thought is the seed of action; but action is as much its second form as thought is its first. It rises in thought, to the end that it may be uttered and acted. Always in proportion to the depth of its sense does it knock importunately at the gates of the soul, to be spoken, to be done.