A proud heart and a lofty mountain are never fruitful.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.

In the days when the spinning wheels hummed busily in the farmhouses--and even great ladies, clothed in silk and thread lace, had their toy spinning wheels of polished oak--there might be seen, in districts far away among the lanes, or deep in the bosom of the hills, certain palled undersized men who, by the side of the brawny country-folk, looked like the remnants of a disinherited race.

There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.

Man may content himself with the applause of the world and the homage paid to his intellect, but woman's heart has holier idols.

For character too is a process and an unfoldingamong our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful; whose distinguished mind is a little spotted with commonness; who is a little pinched here and protruberent there with native prejudices; or whose better energies are liable to lapse down the wrong channel under the influence of transient solicitations?