The hope of all earnest souls must be realized.

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

Despair is infidelity and death.

With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men and opinions a righteous abhorrence of sin.

I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.

Nature eschews regular lines; she does not shape her lines by a common model. Not one of Eve's numerous progeny in all respects resembles her who first culled the flowers of Eden. To the infinite variety and picturesque inequality of nature we owe the great charm of her uncloying beauty.