Of gifts, there seems none more becoming to offer a friend than a beautiful book.
Time is one's best friend, teaching best of all the wisdom of silence.
The head best leaves to the heart what the heart alone divines.
Life is one, religion one, creeds are many and diverse.
Our friends interpret the world and ourselves to us, if we take them tenderly and truly, nor need we but love them devotedly to become members of an immortal fraternity, superior to accident or change.
All unrest is but the struggle of the soul to reassure herself of her inborn immortality.