"But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood."

"When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget."

"The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down."

"Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy."

"I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod."

"When Time is spent, Eternity begins."

"On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead."

"O month when they who love must love and wed."

"There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families."

"Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?"

"As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it."

"Love has a tide!"

"Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand."

"If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful."

"There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride."

"When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery."

"By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer."