It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.

When you get me a good man made out of arguments, I will get you a good dinner with reading you the cookery book.

There is no sense of ease like the ease we felt in those scenes where we were born.

And certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it.

To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of emotion--a soul in which knowledge passes instantaneously into feeling, and feeling flashes back as a new organ of knowledge.

In the first moments when we come away from the presence of death, every other relation to the living is merged, to our feeling, in the great relation of a common nature and a common destiny.

One soweth and another reapeth is a verity that applies to evil as well as good.