When the ship is going down we trouble ourselves little enough about the style of the cabin furniture.

Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor to measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together.

One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well.

Love never stands still; it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage.

O blest one hour like this! to rise And see grief's shadows backward roll; While bursts on unaccustomed eyes The glad Aurora of the soul.

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.

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