Ah, love, - you are my unutterable blessing.....I am in full sunshine now.

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundred's soon hit: This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That, has the world here-should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplext Seeking shall find Him.

What joy is better than the news of friends?

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