A human heart is a skein of such imperceptibly and subtly interwoven threads that even the owner of it is often himself at a loss how to unravel it.
Beauty is an exquisite flower, and its perfume is virtue.
The teacher is like the candle which lights others in consuming itself.
Fancy borrows much from memory, and so looks back to the past.
If country life be healthful to the body, it is no less so to the mind.
The perception of the beautiful is gradual, and not a lightning revelation; it requires not only time, but some study.