"Abroad," that large home of ruined reputations.

It was one of those dangerous moments when speech is at once sincere and deceptive - when feeling, rising high above its average depth, leaves flood-marks which are never reached again.

Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!

Loquacity with tongue or pen is its own reward -- or, punishment.

If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.

For my part I am very sorry for him. It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self--never to be fully possessed by the glory we behold, never to have our consciousness rapturously transformed into the vividness of a thought, the ardour of a passion, the energy of an action, but always to be scholarly and uninspired, ambitious and timid, scrupulous and dimsighted.

To know intense joy without a strong bodily frame, one must have an enthusiastic soul.