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

A child, more than all other gifts That earth can offer to declining man, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts." —WORDSWORTH.

There is so much to read and the days are so short! I get more hungry for knowledge every day, and less able to satisfy my hunger.

It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a man's death hallows him anew to us; as if life were not sacred too.

Nature repairs her ravages,--repairs them with her sunshine and with human labor.

I like trying to get pregnant. I'm not so sure about childbirth.

... learning to love any one is like an increase of property, -- it increases care, and brings many new fears lest precious things should come to harm.