Expenditure--like ugliness and errors--becomes a totally new thing when we attach our own personality to it, and measure it by that wide difference which is manifest (in our own sensations) between ourselves and others.

The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten.

Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.

Those only can thoroughly feel the meaning of death who know what is perfect love.

It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.

Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.

Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.