Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.

It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.

Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.

The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at noon we trample them under foot; and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.