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

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.

Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow… and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.

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

Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.

So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.