A common fallacy: to imagine a measure will be easy because we have private motives for desiring it.

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

That is the bitterest of all,--to wear the yoke of our own wrong-doing.

The beauty of a lovely woman is like music.

May every soul that touches mine - be it the slightest contact - get there from some good; some little grace; one kindly thought; one aspiration yet unfelt; one bit of courage for the darkening sky; one gleam of faith to brave the thickening ills of life; one glimpse of brighter skies beyond the gathering mists - to make this life worthwhile.

In the schoolroom her quick mind had taken readily that strong starch of unexplained rules and disconnected facts which saves ignorance from any painful sense of limpness.

How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice.