Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie.

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.

Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half tender, to repeat Her song of May.

Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart!

As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.

Men die but sorrow never dies.

Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow… and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.

In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the golden sun In fairy loops and rings.

Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.

We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic - and then we go Back to the same old lives again.

Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew.

How remarkable we are in our ability to hide things from ourselves - our conscious minds only a small portion of our actual minds, jellyfish floating on a vast dark sea of knowing and deciding.

Most ignorance is vincible ignorance. We don't know because we don't want to know.

It's strange, but seeing something broken is somehow worse when you can tell that it used to be beautiful.

[The pioneers] woke up each morning with clearly defined purposes and goals that everyone understood: to serve God.

Sometimes I think the resurrection of the body, unless much improved in construction, a mistake!

I hope to see the day when, as in the early days of our country, we don't have public schools. The churches will have taken them over again and Christians will be running them.

I didn't need it [formal training], because I've got the best taste in the world.

Gymnastics has given me everything in my life. I will continue to stay involved and try to give back to the sport that has given me so much.

If bad decorating was a hanging offense, there'd be bodies hanging from every tree!

I have no morals, yet I am a very moral person