We Have Hearts Within, Warm,

No Man Can Be Called Friendless Who Has God And The Companionship Of Good Books.

The Exchange Of Sympathy For Gratitude Is The Most Princely Thing!

Life, Struck Sharp On Death, Makes Awful Lightning.

Books Succeed; And Lives Fail.

I Love Thee With The Passion Put To Use In My Old Griefs, And With My Childhood's Faith. I Love Thee With A Love I Seemed To Lose With My Lost Saints,-i Love Thee With The Breath, Smiles, Tears, Of All My Life!-and, If God Choose, I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.