The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.

I think one of the dullest things in the world is a letter filled with apologies for not writing sooner.

Upon the highest ridge of that round hill covered with planted oaks, the shafts of the trees show in the light like the columns of a ruin.

The columbine ... is a graceful slender creature, a female seeking retirement, and growing freest and most graceful where it is most alone. I observed that the more shaded plants were always the tallest.

I verily believe that I never took infant in my arms that did not the moment it was there by its cries beg to be removed.

The moon had the old moon in her arms.

An injudicious and malignant enemy often serves the cause he means to injure; but a feeble friend never attains that end.