“Our lives are waves that come up out of the ocean of eternity, break upon the beach of earth, and lapse back to the ocean of eternity. Some are sunlit, some run in storm and rain; one is a quiet ripple, another is a thunderous breaker; and once in many centuries comes a great tidal wave that sweeps over a continent; but all go back to the sea and lie equally level there.” LifeRunningEarthLyingLevelsBreakOur LivesSeaCenturyQuietOceanRainEternityWaveCome UpStormBeachContinentsRippleLapsesTidal Waves Author:Austin O'Malley
“Always the idea of unbroken quiet broods around the grave. It is a port where the storms of life never beat, and the forms that have been tossed on its chafing waves lie quiet forevermore. There the child nestles as peacefully as ever it lay in its mother's arms, and the workman's hands lie still by his side, and the thinker's brain is pillowed in silent mystery, and the poor girl's broken heart is steeped in a balm that extracts its secret woe, and is in the keeping of a charity that covers all blame.” HeartChildrenHas BeensStillsIdeasHandsFormLyingMotherGirlSidesPoorSecretBrainMysteryBrokenArmsQuietBeatsBlameLaysSilentCharityWaveStormGravesThinkerWoePortUnbrokenWorkmenStorms Of LifeChafing Author:Edwin Hubbel Chapin