THERE are joys which long to be ours.

Of all joyful, smiling, ever-laughing experiences, there are none like those which spring from true religion.

Titles are too "thin" for the nineteenth century.

We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.

It's easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top.

Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others are plain, honest and upright, like the broad faced sunflower and the hollyhock.

Each book has a secret history of ways and means.