I have nothing to tell except travellers' stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.

The tread Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause, And hears them never pause, but pass and die.

We have no right to come forward and urge wider changes for good, until we have tried to alter the evils which lie under our own hands.

What courage and patience are wanted for every life that aims to produce anything!

It's a father's duty to give his sons a fine chance.

In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fiber of memory that can be touched to gentle issues.

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.