The Cardinal ... It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.

Money was their God; work their religion.

I do not believe there is any one study that can be taken up that will broaden the imagination, that will be the source from which will spring more deep thinking and sincere research than the study of astronomy.

I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration.

Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.

there was nothing in the whole world so dreadful as the power of riches wrongly used.

Now what is a guest? A thing of a day! A person who disturbs your routine and interferes with important concerns. Why should any one be grateful for company? Why should time and money be lavished on visitors? They come. You overwork yourself. They go. You are glad of it. You return the visit, because it's the only way to have back at them.