Let us not forget that the sunlight is God's smile of benediction; that the sunshine is Heaven's light and life and glory, the true Shekinah, the real presence with which the temple needs most to be filled; that the cooling breeze is the breath of heaven, a veritable messenger of life, carrying healing on its wings.

Christ Jesus, when I come to die </br> Grant me a clean, sweet, summer sky, </br> Without the mad wind's panther cry. </br> Send me a little garden breeze </br> To gossip in magnolia trees; </br> For I have heard, these fifty years, </br> Confessions muttered at my ears, </br> Till every mumble of the wind </br> Is like tired voices that have sinned.

I like wind, he said. A day when there is no wind seems to me dead. A windy day wakes me up. He gave a conscious laugh. On a calm day I fall into day dreams. No doubt you know my reputation, Miss West. If I cut you dead the next time we meet don't put it down to bad manners. Please understand that it is only abstraction and forgive me—and speak to me.

Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind.

A sunny disposition is worth more than fortune.
Young people should know that it can be cultivated; that the mind like the body can be moved from the shade into sunshine.

A sunny disposition is worth more than fortune. Young people should know that it can be cultivated; that the mind, like the body can be moved from the shade into sunshine.

Turn over the rudder in God's name, and sail with the wind heaven sends us.

May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.

Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea
Loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind,
Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack,
And his rapt ship run on her side so low
That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

No more to fabled names confined, </br> To thee, supreme, all-perfect mind, </br> My thoughts direct their flight: </br> Wisdom's thy gift, and all her force </br> From thee derived, unchanging source </br> Of intellectual light! O send her sure, her steady ray </br> To regulate my doubtful way </br> Through life's perplexing road, </br> The mists of error to control, </br> And through its gloom direct my soul </br> To happiness and good!

Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.

May the Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.

I listen to the wind To the wind of my soul Where I’ll end up well I think, Only God really knows

God, grant me the serenity,