If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim.

Who has smelled the woodsmoke at twilight, who has seen the campfire burning, who is quick to read the noises of the night?

Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.

One can't prescribe books, even the best books, to people unless one knows a good deal about each individual person.

If any Question why We Died Tell them because our Father's Lied.

Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!