Surely happiness is reflective, like the light of heaven.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

The tongue is the only instrument that gets sharper with use.

The great British Library --an immense collection of volumes of all ages and languages, many of which are now forgotten, and most of which are seldom read: one of these sequestered pools of obsolete literature to which modern authors repair, and draw buckets full of classic lore, or pure English, undefiled wherewith to swell their own scanty rills of thought.

A few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven.

A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.

Others may write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand him.