O daisy mine, what will it be to look / From God's side even of such a simple thing?

We talk of sunshine and moonshine, but not of cloud-shine, which is yet one of the illuminations of our skies. A shining cloud is one of the most majestic of all secondary lights.

Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.

There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon.

If there is a look of human eyes that tells of perpetual loneliness, so there is also the familiar look that is the sign of perpetual crowds.

The sense of humor has other things to do than to make itself conspicuous in the act of laughter.

Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit.

My day-mind can endure / Upright, in hope, all it must undergo. / But O, afraid, unsure, / My night-mind waking lies too low, too low.

A child is beset with long traditions. And his infancy is so old, so old, that the mere adding of years in the life to follow will not seem to throw it further back -- it is already so far.

I come from nothing: but from where come the undying thoughts I bear?

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, / Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers, / And folded winds...

Men and women are not limited by the place of their birth, not by color of their skin, but by the size of their hope.

Everything worthwhile ends. We are in the perpetual process now: creation, maturation, cessation.

Christians need to have a mindset of victory, because God has destined us for victory

I stared at him. Maybe it had been hard for him being second best too.

A prophet is not without honour save in his own country.

Nature is our friend - trees, squirrels, grass, fields, meadows, oceans - without people. Hike. Walk. Stroll. Bike. Swim. Be in a still place and feel eternity. Have a great time. Just feel it.

Coach Hedge grumbled as he tended their wounds. “How come I never get invited on these violent trips?

Grandmotherhood initiated me into a world of play, where all things became fresh, alive, and honest again through my grandchildren's eyes. Mostly, it retaught me love.

The more you love, the more you suffer.

It's about communication, no matter how impossibly hard your art is to understand and how much of an ivory tower or high horse you get on, it's still basically communication or why are you doing it?