And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.

There is no Death! What seems so is transition.

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

Life is the gift of God, and is divine.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.

Love gives itself, but is not bought.

Why don't you speak for yourself, John?

As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows, Useless each without the other!

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, Let us be merciful as well as just.