Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.

It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.

The first sense of mutual love excludes other feelings; it will have the soul all to itself.

How will you find good? It is not a thing of choice; it is a river that flows from the foot of the Invisible Throne and flows by the path of obedience.

There are some cases in which the sense of injury breeds not the will to inflict injuries and climb over them as a ladder, but a hatred of all injury.

Kisses honeyed by oblivion.

Some people are born to make life pretty, and others to grumble that it is not pretty enough.