With silence only as their benediction, God's angels come Where in the shadow of a great affliction, The soul sits dumb!

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Everywhere in these days men have, in their mockery, ceased to understand that the true security is to be found in social solidarity rather than in isolated individual effort.

th' unconquerable will, / And study of revenge, immortal hate, / And courage never to submit or yield/ And what is else not to be overcome?

But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.

If we want to go to space with humans, that's for fun not for science. Human adventures in space are just sporting events.

You are the light of the world. You are an instrument of the Divine. You are the greatest miracle in the world. Life is graced by your presence.

Find your bliss and your joy, know that you are a white light disco ball with no ceilings and no limitations.

To admit you want to have a comeback means you have to admit you weren't what you were supposed to be. You dropped below your own standard.

In 1960 when Pittsburgh beat us in the World Series, we outscored them 55-27. It was the only time I think the better team lost. I was so disappointed I cried on the plane ride home.

Painting as it is now promises to become more subtle - more like music and less like sculpture - and above all it promises color. If only it keeps this promise.

We will instead have to measure our economy by the health of the ecosystems and human communities where we do our work.