Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall.

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

The Heart, Like The Mind, Has A Memory. And In It Are Kept The Most Precious Keepsakes.

In What A Forge And What A Heat Were Shaped The Anchors Of Thy Hope! Fear Not Each Sudden Sound And Shock; 'tis Of The Wave And Not The Rock.

Method Is More Important Than Strength, When You Wish To Control Your Enemies.

O Lovely River Of Yvette! O Darling River! Like A Bride, Some Dimpled, Bashful, Fair Lisette Thou Goest To Wed The Orge's Tide. O Lovely River Yvette! O Darling Stream! On Balanced Wings The Wood-birds Sang The Chansonnette That Here A Wandering Poet Sings.