I think immortality is the passing of a soul through many lives or experiences, and such as are truly lived, used and learned, help on to the next, each growing richer, happier and higher, carrying with it only the real memories of what has gone before.

The humblest tasks get beautified if loving hands do them.

I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.

Let us be elegant or die! --Amy

If I didn't care about doing right and didn't feel uncomfortable doing wrong, I should get on capitally.

For the wise old man was universally beloved, and ministered so beautifully to his flock that many of them thanked him all their lives for the help given to both hearts and souls.

Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe.