Each Departed Friend Is A Magnet That

A Timid Person Is Frightened Before A Danger, A Coward During The Time, And A Courageous Person Afterward.

People Will Not Bear It When Advice Is Violently Given, Even If It Is Well Founded. Hearts Are Flowers; They Remain Open To The Softly Falling Dew, But Shut Up In The Violent Downpour Of Rain.

In Science The New Is An Advance; But In Morals, As Contradicting Our Inner Ideals And Historic Idols, It Is Ever A Retrogression.

Joy Descends Gently Upon Us Like The Evening Dew, And Does Not Patter Down Like A Hailstorm.

A Loving Maiden Grows Unconsciously More Bold.