The motives and purposes of authors are not always so pure and high, as, in the enthusiasm of youth, we sometimes imagine. To many the trumpet of fame is nothing but a tin horn to call them home, like laborers from, the field, at dinner-time, and they think themselves lucky to get the dinner.

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.

The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.

It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.

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.