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.

We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.

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

In ourselves are triumph and defeat.

I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.