O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.

All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.

God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.

Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth.

Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.

Grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her.

There are three ways of learning golf: by study, which is the most wearisome; by imitation, which is the most fallacious; and by experience, which is the most bitter.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!

To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.

Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?

Though Rome's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.

It was roses, roses all the way.

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.