In high vengeance there is noble scorn.

Speech may be barren; but it is ridiculous to suppose that silence is always brooding on a nestful of eggs.

What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known, and loved because it is known?

The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.

It is seldom that the miserable can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable.

Plainness has its peculiar temptations and vices quite as much as beauty.

Doubtless a great anguish may do the work of years, and we may come out from that baptism of fire with a soul full of new awe and new pity.