If you set out to do a good deed, you may do a hundred small kindnesses on the way.

Goodbye, kind year, we walk no more together. But here in quiet happiness we part.

The pure, the beautiful, the bright, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth, The longings after something lost, The spirit's yearning cry, The strivings after better hopes, These things can never die.

If you set out to do a good deed, you may do a hundred small kindnesses on the way.

There are women to whom nature has granted the gift of silent emotion. They have mobile faces, changeful eyes, soft lips, which express joy or desolation naturally, and with the charm of perfect simplicity and truth.