A man must be of a very quiet and happy nature, who can long endure the country; and, moreover, very well contented with his own insignificant person.

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.

If the mind, that rules the body, ever so far forgets itself as to trample on its slave, the slave is never generous enough to forgive the injury, but will rise and smite the oppressor.