I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.

There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.

Praise is deeper than the lips

Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.

Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?