All promise outruns performance.
The affections cannot keep their youth any more than men.
We see God face to face every hour, and know the savor of Nature.
Not the sun or summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight.
We imperatively require a perception of and a homage to beauty in our companions. Other virtues are in request in the field and workyard, but a certain degree of taste is not to be spared in those we sit with.
No hope so bright but is the beginning of its own fulfilment.