Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of the Night, That can soothe thee, or affright, - Be these henceforth thy theme. (excerpt from "Voices of the Night")

Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.

Fair words gladden so many a heart.

The bravest are the tenderest.

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

Mercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which men call justice.

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.