It is impossible, to me at least, to be poetical in cold weather.

It is a wonderful subduer, this need of love-this hunger of the heart-as peremptory as that other hunger by which Nature forces us to submit to the yoke, and change the face of the world.

Dear Friends all, A thousand Christmas pleasures and blessings to you -- good resolutions and bright hopes for the New Year! Amen. People who can't be witty exert themselves to be pious or affectionate.

Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.

The tale of the Divine Pity was never yet believed from lips that were not felt to be moved by human pity.

There are robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.

How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice.