I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth.

Funny how the new things are the old things.

Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.

The tumalt and shouting dies, The captains and the kings depart. Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heat. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.

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

All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.

At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.