The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.

Life songs of ages, throbbing in my blood, have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.