I own that I am disposed to say grace upon twenty other occasions in the course of the day besides my dinner. I want a form for setting out upon a pleasant walk, for a moonlight ramble, for a friendly meeting, or a solved problem. Why have we none for books, these spiritual repasts-a grace before Milton-a grace before Shakespeare-a devotional exercise proper to be said before reading The Fairie Queene?

Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment.

What have I gained by health? Intolerable dullness. What by mode meals? A total blank.

Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.

The light that lies In woman's eyes.

I cannot sit and think; books think for me.

I could never hate anyone I knew.