Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!

The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest.