And light is mingled with the gloom, And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom In sweet relief.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Live your life with a Burning Passion, with an Unquenchable Thirst for knowledge and wisdom.

Mocking Hugh Hefner is easy to do, and in my mind should be made easier.

The chief difficulty which prevents men of science from believing in divine as well as in nature Spirits is their materialism.

To put failure behind you, face up to it.

I let God be the judge and I believe that we worship a just and fair God who won't punish innocent people unnecessarily.

I like roses, ones with sharp thorns. Pretty to look at but hurts to touch, that's like me.

An affective response more appropriate to another's situation than one's own.

If Jupiter hurled his thunderbolt as often as men sinned, he would soon be out of thunderbolts.

I'm completely unqualified for any job I've ever had.

Revolutions go not backward.