Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream

Generosity is the flower of justice.

It loves more readily than it hates.

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.

It was a day in early spring; and as that sweet, genial time of year and atmosphere calls out tender greenness from the ground,--beautiful flowers, or leaves that look beautiful because so long unseen under the snow and decay,--so the pleasant air and warmth had called out three young people, who sat on a sunny hill-side enjoying the warm day and one another.

The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!

Such has often been my apathy, when objects long sought, and earnestly desired, were placed within my reach.