Something The Heart Must Have To Cherish,

Mercy More Becomes A Magistrate Than The Vindictive Wrath Which Men Call Justice.

The Soul Never Grows Old.

Feeling Is Deep And Still; And The Word That Floats On The Surface Is As The Tossing Buoy, That Betrays Where The Anchor Is Hidden.

Wondrous Strong Are The Spells Of Fiction.

Sail Forth Into The Sea Of Life, O Gentle, Loving, Trusting Wife, And Safe From All Adversity Upon The Bosom Of That Sea Thy Comings And Thy Goings Be! For Gentleness And Love And Trust Prevail O'er Angry Wave And Gust; And In The Wreck Of Noble Lives Something Immortal Still Survives.