No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.

Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith.

The history of any private family, however humble, could it be fully related for five or six generations, would illustrate the state and progress of society better than the most elaborate dissertation.

Beware of those who are homeless by choice! You have no hold on human being whose affections are without a top-root!

Few people give themselves time to be friends.

In fall-orbed glory, yonder moon divine, Rolls through the dark blue depths.

From its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For awhile till it sleeps In its own little Lake. And thence at departing, Awakening and starting, It runs through the reeds And away it proceeds, Through meadow and glade, In sun and in shade, And through the wood-shelter, Among crags in its flurry, Helter-skelter, Hurry-scurry.