In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful; and the beautiful things that God makes are His gift to all alike. - Harriet Beecher Stowe

We never know how we love til we try to unlove!

The power of fictitious writing, for good as well as for evil, is a thing which ought most seriously to be reflected upon.

In how many families do you hear the legend that all the goodness and graces of the living are nothing to the peculiar charms of one who is not. It is as if heaven had an especial band of angels, whose office it was to sojourn for a season here, and endear to them the wayward human heart, that they might bear it upward with them in their homewoard flight. When you see that deep, spiritual light in the eye, — -when the little soul reveals itself in words sweeter and wiser than the ordinary words of children, — -hope not to retain that child, for the seal of heaven is on it, and the light of immortality looks out from its eyes.