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.

In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child's.

But what is opportunity to the man who can't use it?

We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.

Subtract from the New Testament the miraculous and highly impossible, and what will be the remainder?

It is a common enough case, that of a man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal.

It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.