Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

How many times do we lose an occasion for soul work by leaping ahead to final solutions without pausing to savor the undertones? We are a radically bottom-line society, eager to act and to end tension, and thus we lose opportunities to know ourselves for our motives and our secrets.

Socrates and Jesus, two teachers of virtue and love, were executed because of the unsettling, threatening power of their souls, which was revealed in their personal lives and in their words.

I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.