Of friends, however humble, scorn not one.

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.

The memory of the just survives in Heaven.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.

Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!

It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.