I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!

Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!

Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.

How very hard it is to be a Christian!

Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.