When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.

Many people do not allow their principles to take root, but pull them up every now and then, as children do the flowers they have planted, to see if they are growing.

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

A spirit of criticism, if indulged in, leads to a censoriousness of disposition that is destructive of all nobler feeling. The man who lives to find faults has a miserable mission.

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.