I sing as the bird sings That lives in the boughs. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The finished man, you know, is difficult to please;
a growing mind will ever show you gratitude. — Faust 1, lines 182-3

To know of someone here and there whom we accord with, who is living on with us, even in silence — this makes our earthly ball a peopled garden.

I hold to faith in the divine love — which, so many years ago for a brief moment in a little corner of the earth, walked about as a man bearing the name of Jesus Christ — as the foundation on which alone my happiness rests.