My friend is not perfect-no more than I am-and so we suit each other admirable.

God has thickly strewn infinity with grandeur.

Death, which we are accustomed to consider an evil, really acts for us the friendliest part, and takes away the commonplace of existence.

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

A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.

Trees are your best antiques

There is a slow-growing beauty which only comes to perfection in old age.... I have seen sweeter smiles on a lip of seventy than I ever saw on a lip of seventeen. There is the beauty of youth, and there is also the beauty of holiness—a beauty much more seldom met; and more frequently found in the arm-chair by the fire, with grandchildren around its knee, than in the ball-room or the promenade.