Write to me frequently & the longest letters possible; never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate; fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

O dearer far than light and life are dear.

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

Plain living and high thinking are no more.