“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.”

“the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you”

“When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.”

“Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.”

“For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.”

“Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”

“He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow.”

“Wolves, and stars, and snow: Those things made sense.”

“The problem with the snow is that it sticks to everything it touches. You cant get rid of it. Even when it melts away, the chill still clings to your bones.”