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

The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with delicate change.

One lamp — thy mother’s love — amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before The throne of God, burn through eternity - Holy — as it was lit and lent thee here.

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.

The smallest pebble in the well of truth has its peculiar meaning, and will stand when man's best monuments have passed away.

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.