Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven.

How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!

From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

The world loves a spice of wickedness.

Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.