What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.

The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Many people do not allow their principles to take root, but pull them up every now and then, as children do the flowers they have planted, to see if they are growing.

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.

White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . . White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky.

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.