Solitude is separate experience.

Spring and autumn are inconsiderable events in a landscape compared with the shadows of a cloud.

Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

In the case of women, it is of the living and unpublished blood that the violent world has professed to be delicate and ashamed. See the curious history of the political rights of woman under the Revolution. On the scaffold she enjoyed an ungrudged share in the fortunes of party. Political life might be denied her, but that seems a trifle when you consider how generously she was permitted political death.

It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, when Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature.

recurrence is sure. What the mind suffered last week, or last year, it does not suffer now; but it will suffer again next week or next year. Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.

Tender, too, is the silence of human feet. You have but to pass a season amongst the barefooted to find that man, who, shod, makes so much ado, is naturally as silent as snow.