Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of mortal life.
In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
A thought may be very commendable as a thought, but I value it chiefly as a window through which I can obtain insight on the thinker.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
A single soul is richer than all the worlds.