How often a new affection makes a new man! The sordid, cowering soul turns heroic. The frivolous girl becomes the steadfast martyr of patience and ministration, transfigured by deathless love. The career of bounding impulses turns into an anthem of sacred deeds.

Life is a crucible. We are thrown into it and tried.

Death, is not an end, but a transition crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration--the secret alembics of vitality.

God is the explanation of all things.

Influence is exerted by every human being from the hour of birth to that of death.

Pure felicity is reserved for the heavenly life; it grows not in an earthly soil.

The deepest life of nature is silent and obscure; so often the elements that move and mould society are the results of the sister's counsel and the mother's prayer.