Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.

Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.

What the world's million lips are searching for, must be substantial somewhere.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

The true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary, Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeler.

Time can but make her beauty over again.