How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.

But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.