“To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.”

“Nature is what we know / Yet have not art to say / So impotent our wisdom is / To her simplicity.”

“How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!”

“I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.”

“They say that God is everywhere and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse.”

“Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be the stormThat could abash the little birdThat kept so many warm.I've heard it in the chilliest landAnd on the strangest sea;Yet, never, in extremity,It asked a crumb of me.”

“I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.”