T is the work of many a dark hour, many a prayer, to bring the heart back from an infant gone.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

Fine taste is an aspect of genius itself, and is the faculty of delicate appreciation, which makes the best effects of art our own.

Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.

Flirtation is a circulating library, in which we seldom ask twice for the same volume.

The ear in man and beast is an evidence of blood and high breeding.

There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness among the common herbs of pastures, and breathe their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts whose beatings are too gentle for the world.