Oh! the joy Of young ideas painted on the mind, In the warm glowing colors fancy spreads On objects not yet known, when all is new, And all is lovely.

Oh! the joy Of young ideas painted on the mind, In the warm glowing colors fancy spreads On objects not yet known, when all is new, And all is lovely.

If we commit any crime, or do any good here, it must be in thought; for our words are few and our deeds none at all.

Gentleness is the outgrowth of benignity.

Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.

Absence in love is like water upon fire; a little quickens, but much extinguishes it.

Rage is for little wrongs; despair is dumb.