We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass, its pert or solemn dullness of communication, compared with the simple altar-like structure and silent heart-language of the old sundials! It stood as the garden god of Christian gardens. Why is it almost everywhere vanished? If its business-use be superseded by more elaborate inventions, its moral uses, its beauty, might have pleaded for its continuance.

The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

The light that lies In woman's eyes.

The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.