We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.

It is a wonderful subduer, this need of love-this hunger of the heart-as peremptory as that other hunger by which Nature forces us to submit to the yoke, and change the face of the world.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.

I not only want to be loved, I want to be told that I'm loved.

... it is seldom a medical man has true religious views--there is too much pride of intellect.

A child, more than all other gifts That earth can offer to declining man, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts." —WORDSWORTH.