Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday!

The soul...is audible, not visible.

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

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable gold mines under ground.