If you set out to be liked$$$ you will accomplish nothing.

Mental prayer is$$$ as I see it$$$ simply a friendly intercourse and frequent solitary conversation with Him who$$$ as we know$$$ loves us.

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

Behold$$$ we know not anything;<br/>I can but trust that good shall fall<br/>At last — far off — at last$$$ to all$$$<br/>And every winter change to spring.

How dull it is to pause$$$ to make an end$$$<br/>To rust unburnishd$$$ not to shine in use!

Poetry is an awareness of the world$$$ a particular way of relating to reality.

When you realize nothing is lacking$$$ the whole world belongs to you.

He will strike the blow$$$ but will be on his guard against being vain or boastful or arrogant in consequence of it.

Sometimes you must yield in order to win$$$ and sometimes maintaining a low place leads you to win.

At the center of your being$$$ you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.