That's best Which God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.

The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.

No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.

It is, however, not to the museum, or the lecture-room, or the drawing- school, but to the library, that we must go for the completion of our humanity. It is books that bear from age to age the intellectual wealth of the world.

Rest is sweet after strife.

Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.

Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world.