I knew you would do me good in some way, at some time--I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.

Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

What have I to do with millions [of people]? The eighty I know despise me.

You — you strange — you almost unearthly thing! — I love as my own flesh. You — poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are — I entreat to accept me as a husband.

My wretched feet, flayed and swollen to lameness by the sharp air of January, began to heal and subside under the gentler breathings of April; the nights and mornings no longer by their Canadian temperature froze the very blood in our veins; we could now endure the play-hour passed in the garden.

We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.