"The human heart is a garden, wherein grow weeds of memory and blooms of hope, and the snow falls at last and covers all."

“THERE is a passage of Holy Writ that exhorts us that if there be any good things, such as love, virtue, truth, and so on, we ought to think on these things.”

“How to get along with relatives and all those persons with whom I come in contact.”

“The human heart is a cup of love, where some find life and zest, and some drunkenness and death.”

“The human heart is an egg; and out of it are hatched this world and heaven and hell.”

“Listen! You will hear mothers' lullabies, madmen's shrieks, love-croonings, cries of agonized terror, hymns of Christ, the roaring of lynch mobs, the kisses of lovers, the curses of pirates.”

“The human heart is a lonely lane in the evening, and two lovers are walking down it, whispering and lingering.”