Books are a finer world within the world. (1863)

In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place today, it is vain to seek it there tomorrow. You can not lay a trap for it.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.

A poem round and perfect as a star.

Nature never quite goes along with us. She is somber at weddings, sunny at funerals, and she frowns on ninety-nine out of a hundred picnics.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.