How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked!

To die before one fears to die may be a boon.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.

When he tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is acquainted with grief, we listen, for that also is an acquaintance of our own.

Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.