A true test of friendship, to sit or walk with a friend for an hour in perfect silence , without wearying of one another's company.

never was there a thoroughly noble nature without some romance in it.

To-morrow is ah, whose?

Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.

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

We never know through what Divine mysteries of compensation the great Father of the universe may be carrying out His sublime plan; but those three words, "God is love" ought to contain, to every doubting soul, the solution of all things.

An author departs; he does not die.