... learning to love any one is like an increase of property, -- it increases care, and brings many new fears lest precious things should come to harm.

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.

The early months of marriage often are times of critical tumult,--whether that of a shrimp pool or of deeper water,--which afterwards subside into cheerful peace.

What furniture can give such finish to a room as a tender woman's face? And is there any harmony of tints that has such stirring of delight as the sweet modulation of her voice?

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

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

The words of genius have a wider meaning than the thought that prompted them.