Echo Is The Voice Of A Reflection

The Trees Reflected In The River - They Are Unconscious Of A Spiritual World So Near To Them. So Are We.

Some Attribute Had Departed From Her, The Permanence Of Which Had Been Essential To Keep Her A Woman. Such Is Frequently The Fate, And Such The Stern Development, Of The Feminine Character And Person, When The Woman Has Encountered, And Lived Through, An Experience Of Peculiar Severity. If She Be All Tenderness, She Will Die. If She Survive, The Tenderness Will Either Be Crushed Out Of Her, Or—and The Outward Semblance Is The Same—crushed So Deeply Into Her Heart That It Can Never Show Itself More.

No Fountain So Small But That Heaven May Be Imaged In Its Bosom.

Ugliness Without Tact Is Horrible.

The Christian Faith Is A Grand Cathedral With Divinely Pictured Windows.