It is, I fear, but a vain show of fulfilling the heathen precept, ''Know thyself,'' and too often leads to a self- estimate which will subsist in the absence of that fruit by which alone the quality of the tree is made evident.

Love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

Love supreme defies all sophistry.

Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.

Friendships begin with liking or gratitude- roots that can be pulled up.

Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.

Them as ha' never had a cushion don't miss it.