IN common things that round us lie
Some random truths he can impart;—
The harvest of a quiet eye
That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
NONE of us yet know, for none of us have yet been taught in early youth, what fairy palaces we may build of beautiful thoughts—proof against all adversity. Bright fancies, satisfied memories, noble histories, faithful sayings, treasure-houses of precious and restful thoughts, which care cannot disturb, nor pain make gloomy, nor poverty take away from us— houses built without hands for our souls to live in.
WE all seek happiness so eagerly, that in the pursuit we often lose that joyous sense of existence, and those quite daily pleasures, the value of which our pride alone prevents us from acknowledging. It has been said with some meaning, that if men would but rest in silence, they might always hear the music of the spheres.
Sir Arthur Helps