Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.

No star is lost once we have seen, We always may be what we might have been.

Dreams grow holy put in action.

One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all.

One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.

Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new; One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.

Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain.

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.

At the root of everything lay the passionatedesire of thinking people to find a simple, unifying norm for society like the law of gravity that Newton had found for nature.

Inside my house, nobody was home, except everybody, but it was easy to feel like those were one and the same.

We have found each other for a reason to fill each other’s empty heart in every season!

…for a true Christian, all strangers are Jesus.

The only mystery in life is why the kamikaze pilots wore helmets.

The lovely Hazard girls', they used to call them. Huh. Lovely is as lovely does; if they looked like what they behave like, they'd frighten little children.

I've got time, I hope, to make lots of quiet records. So quiet you won't be able to hear them.

I have no technical psychological interest; it is drama, speech,and events that interest me.

And a thimble's worth of milky moon Can touch hearts larger than a thimble.

I like the influence of pictures on music and the other way around.