A good book is the plectrum with which our else silent lyres are struck.

I have not earned what I have already enjoyed.

If all were as it seems, and men made the elements their servants for noble ends!

In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs.

Individuals, like nations, must have suitable broad and natural boundaries, even a considerable neutral ground, between them.

There are theoretical reformers at all times, and all the world over, living on anticipation.

Hold fast to your most indefinite, waking dream.