There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

Everything in nature is resurrection.

A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about God and about the world. Away in the valley yonder among the corn and the poppies men may well forget all things except the warmth of the sun upon the face, and the kind shadow under the hedge; but he who journeys through storm and darkness must needs think and think.

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.

In dreams begins responsibility.