Let my body dwell in poverty, and my hands be as the hands of the toiler; but let my soul be as a temple of remembrance where the treasures of knowledge enter and the inner sanctuary is hope.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

Fine old Christmas, with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in the noblest fashion, and had set off his rich gifts of warmth and color with all the heightening contrast of frost and snow.

That quiet mutual gaze of a trusting husband and wife is like the first moment of rest or refuge from a great weariness or a great danger-not to be interfered with by speech or action which would distract the sensations from the fresh enjoyment of repose.

Plainness has its peculiar temptations and vices quite as much as beauty.

Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay; And the mansion at last will be given To us as we build it each day.

It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.