How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.
The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.