Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.

For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?

Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.

We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.

He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

Despair has its own calms.