Day of the Lord as all our days should be!
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
If I am not worth the wooing I surely am not worth the winning.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Into each life some rain must fall.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
The nearer the dawnthe darker the night.
This is the forest primeval.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
The ceaseless rain is falling fast,And yonder gilded vane,Immovable for three days past,Points to the misty main,It drives me in upon myselfAnd to the fireside gleams,To pleasant books that crowd my s...
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Tomorrow is the mysterious unknown guest.
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
Every dew-drop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it.
Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth.
Be noble in every thought And in every deed!
Let us then be up and doing with a heart for any fate.
How Beautiful is the rain!After the dust and heat,In the broad and fiery street,In the narrow lane,How beautiful is the rain!How it clatters along the roofs,Like the tramp of hoofs!How it gushes and s...