Behind The Clouds Is The Sun Still

All Was Ended Now, The Hope, And The Fear And The Sorrow, All The Aching Of The Heart, The Restless, Unsatisfied Longing, All The Dull, Deep Pain, And Constant Anguish Of Patience!

It Takes Less Time To Do A Thing Right, Than It Does To Explain Why You Did It Wrong.

God Sifted A Whole Nation That He Might Send Choice Grain Over Into This Wilderness.

My Book And Heart Shall Never Part.

Simplicity Is The Character Of The Spring Of Life, Costliness Becomes Its Autumn; But A Neatness And Purity, Like That Of The Snow-drop Or Lily Of The Valley, Is The Peculiar Fascination Of Beauty, To Which It Lends Enchantment, And Gives What Amiability Is To The Mind.