Prayer has a right to the word "ineffable." It is an hour of outpourings which words cannot express,--of that interior speech which we do not articulate, even when we employ it.

In this world of change naught which comes stays and naught which goes is lost.

Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.

To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.

By becoming unhappy, we sometimes learn how to be less so.

Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes.

Time is the shower of Danae; each drop is golden.