The air of summer was sweeter than wine.

Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.

The secret studies of an author are the sunken piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, spanning the dark waters of oblivion. They are out of sight, but without them no superstructure can stand secure.