Light, when suddenly let in, dazzles and hurts and almost blinds us: but this soon passes away, and it seems to become the only element we can exist in.

The feeling is often the deeper truth, the opinion the more superficial one.

The difference between those whom the world esteems as good and those whom it condemns as bad, is in many cases little else than that the former have been better sheltered from temptation.

In the moment of our creation we receive the stamp of our individuality; and much of life is spent in rubbing off or defacing the impression.

Many men spend their lives in gazing at their own shadows, and so dwindle away into shadows thereof.

Poetry is to philosophy what the Sabbath is to the rest of the week.

In a mist the heights can for the most part see each other; but the valleys cannot.