The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.

Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.

One soweth and another reapeth is a verity that applies to evil as well as good.

Few things hold the perception more thoroughly captive than anxiety about what we have got to say

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.

If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us; for no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind. Each crisis seems final, simply because it is new. We are told that the oldest inhabitants in Peru do not cease to be agitated by the earthquakes, but they probably see beyond each shock, and reflect that there are plenty more to come.

Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.