But God has a few of us to whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome; 'tis we musicians know..

When is man strong until he feels alone?.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!.

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?.

A minute of success pays for years of failure..

When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy..

Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!.

That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on….

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life..

We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them..

In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages..

How good is life, the mere living!.

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!.

What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me..

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years..

The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing!.

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride..

For the preacher's merit or demerit, It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer In the earthen vessel, holding treasure, But the main thing is, d….

I have no little insight into the feelings of furniture, and treat books and prints with a reasonable consideration. How some people use their pictur….

What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's s….

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splen….