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

Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.

How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.

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

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.

The night is made for tenderness,--so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music,--and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip made holy.

A lamp is lit in woman's eye; that souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.