One has to spend so many years in learning how to be happy. I am just beginning to make some progress in the science, and I hope to disprove Young's theory that "as soon as we have found the key of life it opes the gates of death." Every year strips us of at least one vain expectation, and teaches us to reckon some solid good in its stead. I never will believe that our youngest days are our happiest. What a miserable augury for the progress of the race and the destination of the individual if the more matured and enlightened state is the less happy one!

The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten.

What a different result one gets by changing the metaphor!

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

Among all forms of mistake, prophecy is the most gratuitous.

I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now; everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.