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.

…the prayer of love is not to receive joy, nor to escape from pain, only that it may give more, and give for ever.

How much more we might make of our family life, of our friendships, if every secret thought of love blossomed into a deed! 

A FEW more smiles of silent sympathy, a few more tender words, a little more restraint on temper, may make all the difference between happiness and half happiness to those I live with.

OH, my dear friends, you who are letting miserable misunderstandings run on from year to year, meaning to clear them up some day….

Though weary, love is not tired;  though pressed, it is not straitened; though alarmed, it is not confounded;  but as a lively flame and burning torch, it forces its way upwards, and securely passes through all.

THERE are no bounds to the help which spirit can give spirit in the intercourse of a noble life.

HONOUR to those whose words or deeds
Thus help us in our daily needs
And by their overflow
Raise us fro

I LOVE to think that Christian friendships may be part of the business of eternity.

What is it that most charms us in a friend?  …it is that he never mistakes, but sees us true, when all the world is wrong about us;