No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been.
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
Dreams grow holy put in action.
We always may be what we might have been.
The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
