All love that has not friendship for its base, Is like a mansion built upon the sand. - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The fortunate is he whose
earnest purpose never swerves,
Whose slightest action
or inaction serves
The one great aim.

Why, even Death stands still,
And waits an hour sometimes
For such a will.

The world needs divine power in every human being the recognition of which is the secret to all success and happiness

There's one sad truth in life I've found while journeying east and west — the only folks we really wound are those we love the most. We flatter those we scarcely know; we please the fleeting guest, and deal full many a thoughtless blow to those who love us best.