I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy.

There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.

Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.

A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.