Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew.

As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.

To-morrow I will begin, thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning comes and to-morrow is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite differently; careless or impatient, and not a bit inclined to do the fine things we planned overnight.

Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.

...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.

True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.

Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart!