Reason is not time only interpreter of life. The fountain of action is in time feelings.

Reason is not time only interpreter of life. The fountain of action is in time feelings.

No man flatters the woman he truly loves.

As the falcon launched trustingly heavenward is lost to view, the course of the higher poetry often soars beyond the ken of the multitude; and, as the humble birds carol blithely round our dwellings, so the meeker lays of the muse linger tunefully about the heart.

There is more or less of pathos in all true beauty. The delight it awakens has an indefinable, and, as it were, luxurious sadness, which is perhaps one element of its might.

Credulity is perhaps a weakness almost inseparable from eminently truthful characters.

There are beauties of character which, like the night-blooming cereus, are closed against the glare and turbulence of every-day life, and bloom only in shade and solitude, and beneath the quiet stars.