He guides me and the bird. In His good time!
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
Smiling the boy fell dead.
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.
God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.
The great mind knows the power of gentleness.