Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!

As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other.