There are various tough problems yet to solve, and we must shift to live, betwixt spirit and matter, such a human life as we can.

The night in prison was novel and interesting enough.... I found that even here there was a history and a gossip which never circulated beyond the walls of the jail. Probably this is the only house in the town where verses are composed, which are afterward printed in a circular form, but not published. I was shown quite a long list of verses which were composed by some young men who had been detected in an attempt to escape, who avenged themselves by singing them.

For in the wood these golden days Some leaf obeys its Maker's call. And through their hollow aisles it plays With delicate touch the prelude of the Fall.

That virtue we appreciate is as much ours as another s. We see so much only as we possess.

There is no odor so bad as that which arises from goodness tainted.

I am very little of a traveler.

He who cannot exaggerate is not qualified to utter truth.