Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.

Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?

Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.

Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.

In my younger days I struggled constantly with an overwhelming but pure love affair - my only one, and I would have struggled with it longer had not premature death, bitter but salutary for me, extinguished the cooling flames. I certainly wish I could say that I have always been entirely free from desires of the flesh, but I would be lying if I did.

I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.