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.

A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.

In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.

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