The mind is occupied with vague imaginings, the heart with restless cravings for unknown blessings.

With your vivid imagination and deep sensibility, your love of reverie and abstraction, there is great danger of your yielding unconsciously to habits the more fatal in their influence, because apparently as innocent as they are insidious and pernicious.

A life of active industry and usefulness is the only safeguard from temptation and sin." Oh, how every true word she uttered ennobled her in my estimation, while it humbled myself.

Idler that I was in my Father's vineyard, I was holding out my hands for the clustering grapes, whose purple juice is for him who treadeth the wine-press.
"Were my own Edith physically strong," she added, "I would ask no nobler vocation for her than the one suggested to you this day.

I should rejoice to see her passing through a discipline so chastening and exalting.