...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Love needs new leaves every summer of life, as much as your elm-tree, and new branches to grow broader and wider, and new flowers to cover the ground.

O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!

There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed.

Your little child is the only true democrat.

What's your hurry?" Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in," said Miss Ophelia.