No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.

A child's nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.

The light that lies In woman's eyes.

You may derive thoughts from others; your way of thinking, the mould in which your thoughts are cast, must be your own.

I am in love with this green Earth.

A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.

Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.