The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

The soul...is audible, not visible.

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.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.