Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.
And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!
The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.
The bravest are the tenderest.
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!