UNDER THE STORM AND THE CLOUD TODAY, AND TODAY THE HARD PERIL AND PAIN - TOMORROW THE STONE WILL BE ROLLED AWAY, FOR THE SUNSHINE SHALL FOLLOW THE RAIN

Physiognomy is often a great falsifier, though as a rule it is honest enough.

Tis midnight now. The bend and broken moon, Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, Hangs silent on the purple walls of Heaven.

Lonely as God, and white as a winter moon, Mount Shasta starts up sudden and solitary from the heart of the great black forests of Northern California

In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still, In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I do not dare to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.

Men say, "By pride the angels fell from heaven." By pride they reached a place from which they fell!

I throw a kiss across the sea, I drink the winds as drinking wine, And dream they all are blown from thee, I catch the whisper'd kiss of thine.

The bravest battle that ever was fought; Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not; It was fought by the mothers of men.

All honor to him who shall win the prize. The world has cried for a thousand years. But to him who tries and fails and dies, I give great honor and glory and tears.

The biggest dog has been a pup.

Merciful Father, I will not complain. I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.

I can do nothing without His help. Oh, Lord, what ignorance thinking everything was wealth.

My heart is too valuable to allow hatred and jealousy to rent a spot.

Don't they understand what fiction is?

Great deeds, great blessings.

There are all sorts of topics and themes that just recur time and time again, which either means people have less imagination or that people never get bored of them... or both!

Brunettes are troublemakers. They're worse than the Jews.

I have a disgracefully sweet tooth. My younger brother and I, all we care about are puddings. You can keep your smoked salmon and caviar.

It is remarkable how many creatures live wild and free though secret in the woods.

Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.

Caches aren't architecture, they're just optimization.