If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.

A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.

There is no divining-rod whose dip shall tell us at twenty what we shall most relish at thirty.

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

The children of the poor are so apt to look as if the rich would have been over-blest with such! Alas for the angel capabilities, interrupted so soon with care, and with after life so sadly unfulfilled.

The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.