Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate.
Success causes us to be more praised than known.
Great souls are harmonious.
Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite impressions.
The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.
The habit of prayer communicates a penetrating sweetness to the glance, the voice, the smile, the tears,--to all one says, or does, or writes.