A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.

No man needs curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.

When autumn shadows throw their patterns across the land, they are not the images of fragile, dying leaves, not the bared arms of lofty elms, not shadows of a fading summer; but swinging shapes as of books upon a strap, of round and square boxes held under an arm, of hurrying little people heading towards the nearest school.

I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I can stand it.

Love becomes the deposit of the heart, analogous in all degrees to the 'findings' in a tomb. As in one will be charted the taken place of the body, the raiment, the utensils necessary to its other life, so in the heart of the lover will be traced, as an indelible shadow, that which he loves.