Once in an age God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false-imagining, an unreal character, but looking through the rubbish of our i… - Harriet Beecher Stowe

Once in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us... not the person that we are, But the angel we may be.

The longest day must have its close — the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. An eternal, inexorable lapse of moments is ever hurrying the day of the evil to an eternal night, and the night of the just to an eternal day.

So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.

For, so inconsistent is human nature, especially in the ideal, that not to undertake a thing at all seems better than to undertake and come short.