All the means of action -- the shapeless masses -- the materials -- lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius.

Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.

Into each life some rain must fall.

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

Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.

If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!

Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings - as some savage tribes determine the power of muskets by their recoil; that being considered best which fairly prostrates the purchaser.