Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart!

Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.

True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.

Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow… and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.

As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.

Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs--and that is all.