Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety, and the quiet mind. Spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies. Bless us, if it may be, in all our innocent endeavours. If it may not, give us the strength to encounter that which is to come, that we may be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temparate in wrath, and in all changes of fortune, and down to the gates of death, loyal and loving to one another.

It is the property of things seen for the first time, or for the first time after long, like the flowers in spring, to reawaken in us the sharp edge of sense and that impression of mystic strangeness which otherwise passes out of life with the coming of years; but the sight of a loved face is what renews a man's character from the fountain upwards.

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

Some day...after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.

An aspiration is a joy forever, a possession as solid as a landed estate.

To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.

Give us courage and gaiety and the quient mind . . .