It is with rivers as it is with people: the greatest are not always the most agreeable nor the best to live with.
Spend as much time as possible, with body and with spirit in God’s out-of-doors.
The kingdom of birds is divided into two departments – birds and House Sparrows. House Sparrows are not real birds – they are little beasts!
Lord, when my spirit shall return to thee, At the foot of a friendly tree let my body be buried, That this dust may rise and rejoice among the branches.
The Bible does not profess to make men omniscient, but simply to tell them enough to make them happy and good, if they will believe it and live up to it.
Not to the swift, the race: Not to the strong, the fight: Not to the righteous, perfect grace: Not to the wise, the light. But often faltering feet Come surest to the goal; And they who walk in darkness meet The sunrise of the soul.
For real company and friendship, there is nothing outside the animal kingdom that is comparable to a river.
In love and friendship, small, steady payments on a gold basis are better than immense promissory notes.
A clean and sensitive conscience, a steady and scrupulous integrity in small things as well as large, is the most valuable of all possessions, to a nation as to an individual.
The more keenly we are awake to the perils of life, the higher and grander is the possibility of being truly brave.
Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn of praise.
We are all swimmers in God’s mighty sea.
Fidelity is simply daring to be true in small things as well as great.
A flawless cup: how delicate and fine The flowing curve of every jewelled line! Look, turn it up or down, ’tis perfect still – But holds no drop of life’s heart-warming wine.
Life is an arrow, therefore you must know What mark to aim at, how to use the bow – Then draw it to the head and let it go!
Deeds not Words: I say so too! And yet I find it somehow true, A word may help a man in need, To nobler act and braver deed.
A little while the rose, And after that the thorn; An hour of dewy morn, And then the glamour goes. Ah, love in beauty born, A little while the rose!
Like water spilt upon the ground – alas, Our little lives flow swiftly on and pass; Yet may they bring rich harvests and green grass!
What is Friendship? Something deep That the heart can spend and keep: Wealth that greatens while we give, Praise that heartens us to live.
Oh It’s home again, and homed again, America for me. I want a ship that’s Westward bound, to plough the rolling sea.
The proverb says that ‘well begun is half done.’ But the other half is harder and more necessary,-to get a thing well ended.