For still in mutual sufferance lies The secret of true living; Love scarce is love that never knows The sweetness of forgiving.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented.

In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future.

Have strength in yourself always .think and remember not just what you should do, but also what you want to do. (Ageha, Basara, Vol. 13)

Painting is self-discovery. You arrive at the image through the act of painting.

I seek to bring forth what you almost already know.

Kindness steers no easy course. Attributing it to character, we seldom recognize the secret efforts of a noble heart, whereas we reward really wicked people for the evil they refrain from committing.

I say 'Mom, how come you don't change into an evening gown for dinner?' She says 'I do, it's called a bath robe. [...]

If your God is mighty enough to ignite the sun, could it be that He is mighty enough to light your path?

The perfect man is someone you love who also loves you.

Time goes on. So whatever you're going to do, do it. Do it now. Don't wait.