The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.

“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying, “I will not forgive.”

Beware of him who hates the laugh of a child.

Now comes the mystery.

The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.

A babe is a mother's anchor.

Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There are apartments in their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy, and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are filled with earthy and material things.