I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.

May the good God pardon all good men.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together!

In your patience ye are strong.

Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.