Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into. - Henry Ward Beecher

Thou, Everlasting Strength, hast set Thyself forth to bear our burdens. May we bear Thy cross, and bearing that, find there is nothing else to bear; and touching that cross, find that instead of taking away our strength, it adds thereto. Give us faith for darkness, for trouble, for sorrow, for bereavement, for disappointment; give us a faith that will abide though the earth itself should pass away — a faith for living, a faith for tying.

[L]ove is more just than justice.

We expect old men to be conservative, but when a nation's young men are so, its funeral bell is already rung.