No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.

What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born.

It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.

All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?

Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows in yonder West; the fair, frail palaces, The fading Alps and archipelagoes and great cloud continents of sunset-seas.

They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.