It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

Men can do nothing without the make-believe of a beginning.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music.

Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the domain of grief, and it makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.

The vainest woman is never thoroughly conscious of her beauty till she is loved by the man who sets her own passion vibrating in return.

We must not sit still and look for miracles; up and doing, and the Lord will be with thee. Prayer and pains, through faith in Christ Jesus, will do anything.

Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.