I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

O month when they who love must love and wed.

Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.

Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.