Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.

There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart

Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget.

Oh, call my brother back to me!I cannot play alone:The summer comes with flower and bee,-Where is my brother gone?

There’s beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it ’midst familiar things, And through their lowly guise.

What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine.

We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

Oh! lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?

There is strength deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck but little till the shafts of heaven have pierced its fragile dwelling. Must not earth be rent before her gems are found?

Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found,- Freedom to worship God.

Silence is the mother of truth.

The best teacher teaches not only the information but how to use that information to improve life.

When you want to fool the world, tell the truth.

It's harder to be a success, globally, and be artistic. Harder to have that balance than just to be artistic when nobody understands you.

Lady Luck shines on all, but rather than having your umbrella overhead, you've got to have your face to the sky. When it comes down to it, it's all you, baby. There's no other way around it.

From our birth to our death we are all the slaves of suggestion.

I think in an ideal world celebrities do have a responsibility in many different areas to be role models.

The last dog I had was an Irish wolfhound - now that is a dog. Rather spoils a person for a lesser canine, that is, anything under a hundredweight.

I was never a part of the Actor's Studio, because two friends of mine started it in 1947 and by that time I'd gone to California.

We must never shed tears That is the life form’s defeat and if we give into the emotions then it only becomes proof of our inability to control it.