If You Want To Civilize A Man,

Astronomy, That Micography Of Heaven, Is The Most Magnificent Of The Sciences. ... Astronomy Has Its Clear Side And Its Luminous Side; On Its Clear Side It Is Tinctured With Algebra, On Its Luminous Side With Poetry.

Where Would The Shout Of Love Begin, If Not From The Summit Of Sacrifice?

She Worked In Order To Live, And Presently Fell In Love, Also In Order To Live, For The Heart, Too, Has Its Hunger.

The Great Acts Of Love Are Done By Those Who Are Habitually Performing Small Acts Of Kindness.

Mothers Arms Are Made Of Tenderness, And Sweet Sleep Blesses The Child Who Lies Therein.