Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

“Great men die and are forgotten,Wise men speak; their words of wisdomPerish in …”

“Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.”

“Balder the beautiful/is dead, is dead!”

“Look, then, into thine heart, and write!Yes, into Life's deep stream!All forms …”