The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.

Don't judge a book by its cover

All the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet at th ' other.

Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.

It is hard to believe long together that anything is "worth while," unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.

There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives?

It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.