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.

We may believe that we shall know each other's forms hereafter; and in the bright fields of the better land call the lost dead to us.

The expressive word "quiet" defines the dress, manners, bow, and even physiognomy of every true denizen of St. James and Bond street.

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

Some noble spirits mistake despair for content.

The soul of man createth its own destiny of power; and as the trial is intenser here, his being hath a nobler strength in heaven.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.