To-morrow is ah, whose?

Down in the deep, up in the sky , I see them always, far or nigh, And I shall see them till I die The old familiar faces.

There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.

Gossip, public, private, social - to fight against it either by word or pen seems, after all, like fighting with shadows. Everybody laughs at it, protests against it, blames and despises it; yet everybody does it, or at least encourages others in it: quite innocently, unconsciously, in such a small, harmless fashion - yet we do it. We must talk about something, and it is not all of us who can find a rational topic of conversation, or discuss it when found.

Our natural and happiest life is when we lose ourselves in the exquisite absorption of home, the delicious retirement of dependent love.

the worst times come to an end if you can only wait long enough.

Happiness is not an end - it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence.