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.

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

Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.

Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.

There is a transcendent power in example.

Feeling loves a subdued light.

Friendship is like those ancient altars where the unhappy, and even the guilty, found a sure asylum.