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

Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move.

It is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the day, if one really sets about it.

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

Society, in the aggregate, is no fool. It is astonishing what an amount of "eccentricity" it will stand from anybody who takes the bull by the horns, too fearless or too indifferent to think of consequences.

When faith and hope fail, as they do sometimes, we must try charity, which is love in action. We must speculate no more on our duty, but simply do it. When we have done it, however blindly, perhaps Heaven will show us why.

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