Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.

Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

The idol is the measure of the worshipper.

The only conclusive evidence of a man's sincerity is that he gives himself for a principle. Words, money, all things else, are comparatively easy to give away; but when a man makes a gift of his daily life and practice, it is plain that the truth, whatever it may be, has taken possession of him.

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.

It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is...