The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day.

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.

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

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?

Greatness is the quality of time you are able to convert into the production of value.

Many people are actually poor because the only thing they have is money.

Where the world saw 'nothing'

A Coy Aversion...a fluttertoo shyto be seen...

often enough, we owe our good fortune to someone else’s loss.

I mean, you want the truth as you wanna hear it? I can't do that. You couldn't afford me.

I haven't celebrated coming in No. 2 too many times.

Do a lot of questions mean you are really smart or really dumb?

A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.

Allah will never humiliate the one who takes his Lord as friend and patron.