Our sadness is not sad, but our cheap joys.

The object of love expands and grows before us to eternity, until it includes all that is lovely, and we become all that can love.

I think that Nature meant kindly when she made our brothers few. However, my voice is still for peace.

So is the English Parliament provincial. Mere country bumpkins, they betray themselves, when any more important question arises for them to settle, the Irish question, for instance,--the English question why did I not say? Their natures are subdued to what they work in. Their "good breeding" respects only secondary objects.

Nature has from the first expanded the minute blossoms of the forest only toward the heavens, above men's heads and unobserved bythem. We see only the flowers that are under our feet in the meadows.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined...

Every day a new picture is painted and framed, held up for half an hour, in such lights as the Great Artist chooses, and then withdrawn, and the curtain falls. And then the sun goes down, and long the afterglow gives light.