...for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.

But many of the bravest never are known, and get no praise. That does not lessen their beauty.

Jo's ambition was to do something very splendid; what it was she had no idea, as yet, but left it for time to tell her.

She fell into the moody, miserable state of mind which often comes when strong wills have to yield to the inevitable.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

Good, old-fashioned ways keep hearts sweet, heads sane, hands busy.

...and clung more closely to the dear human love, from which our Father never means us to be weaned, but through which He draws us closer to Himself.