The Hunger Of The Eye

Nothing Goes Far Which Has Not The Wings Of Love To Make It Buoyant, So That It Can Fly.

Religion Is Using Everything For God.

Men Are Not Put Into This World To Be Everlastingly Played On By The Harping Fingers Of Joy.

Boys Have Their Soft And Gentle Moods Too. You Would Suppose By The Morning Racket That Nothing Could Be More Foreign To Their Nature Than Romance And Vague Sadness. . . . But Boys Have Hours Of Great Sinking And Sadness, When Kindness And Fondness Are Peculiarly Needful To Them.

What The Heart Has Once Owned And Had, It Shall Never Lose.