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.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

The air of summer was sweeter than wine.

Time, like a preacher in the days of the Puritans, turned the hour-glass on his high pulpit, the church belfry.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.