Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.

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

Uncomfortable thoughts must be got rid of by good intentions for the future.

Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives, is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept their honey-moon in Eden, but had their first little one among the thorns and thistles of the wilderness. It is still the beginning of the home epic - the gradual conquest or irremediable loss of that complete union which make the advancing years a climax, and age the harvest of sweet memories in common.

How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!

Don't let us rejoice in punishment, even when the hand of God alone inflicts it. The best of us are but poor wretches, just saved from shipwreck. Can we feel anything but awe and pity when we see a fellow-passenger swallowed by the waves?

It is a wonderful subduer-this need of love, this hunger of the heart.