What a strange feeling it is - surely we all know it - to look through old letters of our young days; a different life rises up out of the past, as it were, with all its hopes and sorrows.

Miss Emily met them at the door, dressed as usual and with no trace of grief on her face.

I think if I go there, will also like them, and just want to enjoy, and happy to enjoy a kind of sadness there.

Though words cannot express the thoughts the heart would like to say, still may you know that others care and sympathize today.

He gives him of his joy, of his understanding, of his knowledge, of his humor, of his sadness - of all expressions and manifestations of that which is alive in him.