To The Receptive Soul The River Of

I At Least Have So Much To Do In Unraveling Certain Human Lots, And Seeing How They Were Woven And Interwoven, That All The Light I Can Command Must Be Concentrated On This Particular Web, And Not Dispersed Over That Tempting Range Of Relevancies Called The Universe.

Little Children Are Still The Symbol Of The Eternal Marriage Between Love And Duty.

In The Love Of A Brave And Faithful Man There Is Always A Strain Of Maternal Tenderness; He Gives Out Again Those Beams Of Protecting Fondness Which Were Shed On Him As He Lay On His Mother's Knee.

I Am Not Resigned: I Am Not Sure Life Is Long Enough To Learn That Lesson.

I Desire No Future That Will Break The Ties Of The Past.