Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

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

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.