Every friend whom not thy fantastic will but the great and tender heart in thee craveth, shall lock thee in his embrace. And this because the heart in thee is the heart of all; not a valve, not a wall, not an intersection is there anywhere in nature, but one blood rolls uninterruptedly in endless circulation through all men, as the water of the globe is all one sea, and, truly seen, its tide is one.

Our strength grows out of our weakness.

The ancients called beauty the flowering of virtue.

Sugar is not so sweet to the palate as sound to the healthy ear.

Though I am weak, yet God, when prayed, Cannot withhold his conquering aid.

The ornaments of our homes are the friends that visit it

Let us not forget the genial miraculous force we have known to proceed from a book.