2087
Thy words have darted hope into my soul,
And comfort dawns upon me.
—Southern.
2088
A word and a stone let go, cannot be recalled.
2089
Like a beautiful flower, full of colour, but without perfume, are the fine, but fruitless words, of him who does not act accordingly.
—Buddha.
2090
It would perhaps be well for many of us to have in sight the following little sentiment when writing letters:—