An anthology is like all the plums and orange peel picked out of a cake.
Better it were not to live than to live a coward.
So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lieth.
God is absolutely good; and so, assuredly, the cause of all that is good.
But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.
In a letter to a friend the thought is often unimportant, and the feeling, if it be only a desire to entertain him, every thing.