The Lord gives a good many things twice over, but he don't give ye a mother but once. - Harriet Beecher Stowe

I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred — that of keeping their own nobleness, goodness, pure and incorrupt...If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.

It takes years and maturity to make the discovery that the power of faith is nobler than the power of doubt; and that there is a celestial wisdom in the ingenuous propensity to trust, which belongs to honest and noble natures.

...the heart has no tears to give, — it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.