You are going to think about me when I am going, I come and take all of your pain away. The light glimmers your brilliant and pure sweat; the light illuminates the path you walk, the light plays the symphony of your wisdom and your heart. I wish you young forever. The meaning of our life is not memory of yesterday, but cherish today and expect for tomorrow.

I wish every day is a precious moment in life. At the present, we have blessing and warmth. In the future, we have pure faith and love. He is to be nobody until he come forth from the church as your husband. Then he is to be everybody. That this the very theory of marriage. He assured her that he would love her just the same, even though they were not married. Alas, no! There he had promised more than it is given to a man to perform.

Give you sincere love and a beautiful flower. I will turn many words and pure love to a wonderful wishes, keep to your caste; and be too self-respecting to lavish the love of the whole heart, soul, and strength, where such a gift is not wanted and would be despised. Love has a thousand ways of making himself understood.

Infinite trouble has been take not only in arranging these marriages but in joining like to like—so that, if not happiness, at any rate sympathetic unhappiness, might be produced. What causes young people to come out, but the noble ambition of matrimony? There are not nearly so many god men in the World as there are women who want to marry them; and some must get the bad ones.

I am standing at the window quietly recalling past years at the beginning of New Year in the near distance, I find time is solidifying, but you are the spotlight in the scenery. I write my blessing on the picture with my heart. Love is the heart of harmony, the connecting chain that links the whole frame of being; it is the glory of nature, and the very perfection of humankind.

The young student of medicine, who is brim full of theory, though he has not yet begun to visit the sick, thinks it high time to appear in print. He calls upon Hippocrates and others so easily familiarly that those readers who knew not when these folks lived would swear he was their intimate friend and companion.

Little that I have ever seen is forgotten. I am at the close of many weary days, but there is not one among them all that I could wish to overlook. Genuine modesty is alive to every sensation that can affect it; shame, one of it guards, rushes upon duty on the slightest attack.

The elapse of the past few months has ripped my heart out of my chest several times, and you did it on purpose, even after I told you that you would and you promised not to; it leaves me with a fonder memory. Through we may bless you on others days, I wonder, if you love me how can you do these things to me?

How important you are to me. May you have good luck, health, and happiness! We are all apt to magnify our own troubles and thing them superior to what others feel. With misfortune a good heart easily makes an acquaintance.

Those who hide their knowledge acquire a double glory; for to instruction, they join modesty. The merit of moderation is most apt to be extolled by the losing party. The winner holds in more esteem the prudence which calls on him not to leave an opportunity unimproved. Some gain love for their words and some for their deeds, your devoted support and enlightenment that have helped me feel heartfelt gratitude and burning love, time cannot take pure memory away.

If love is the very best thing in life, it is not the only thing. The path is a long staff. Our footprints are notes. Listen, they are composing the rhythm of youth. It is you who teaches me to spread my wings and to fly. I am sleeping. It is you who breed me into a towering tree. I am a fire. It is you who ignite me. I am an instrument. It is you who play the loud notes. I will remember you forever.