What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.

You are a good young man," she said. "But I do not like husbands. I will never have another.

... it is seldom a medical man has true religious views--there is too much pride of intellect.

Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.

Duty has a trick of behaving unexpectedly -- something like a heavy friend whom we have amiably asked to visit us, and who breaks his leg within our gates.

I think there are stores laid up in our human nature that our understandings can make no complete inventory of.

There is no sense of ease like the ease we felt in those scenes where we were born.