The soul...is audible, not visible.

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

Into each life some rain must fall.

But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.

Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the snow-drop or lily of the valley, is the peculiar fascination of beauty, to which it lends enchantment, and gives what amiability is to the mind.