Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.

There's not the least thing can be said or done, but people will talk and find fault.

We have no hope and yet we live in longing.

A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

Midway upon the journey of our life

He who know most grieves most for wasted time.