Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.
Generosity is the flower of justice.
Is it a fact-or have I dreamt it-that, by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time?
I have come to see the nonsense of trying to describe fine scenery.
What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.
Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.
Death was too definite an object to be wished for or avoided.
This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.
Faith is a grand cathedral, with divinely pictured windows – standing without, you can see no glory, nor can imagine any, but standing within every ray of light reveals a harmony of unspeakable splendors.
No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so much the worse for us.
Death should take me while I am in the mood.
Do anything, save to lie down and die!
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.
Life is made up of marble and mud.
In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.
Sunlight is painting.
Mountains are earth’s undecaying monuments.