Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.

I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred - that of keeping their own nobleness, goodness, pure and incorrupt. If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.

Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.

Care and labor are as much correlated to human existence as shadow is to light.

Your little child is the only true democrat.

Can anybody tell what sorrows are locked up with our best affections, or what pain may be associated with every pleasure?

the delicacy that respects a friend's silence is one of the charms of life.