The loveliest hair is nothing, if the wearer is incapable of a grace.

The very greatest genius, after all, is not the greatest thing in the world, any more than the greatest city in the world is the country or the sky. It is the concentration of some of its greatest powers, but it is not the greatest diffusion of its might. It is not the habit of its success, the stability of its sereneness.

Part of our good consists in the endeavor to do sorrows away, and in the power to sustain them when the endeavor fails,--to bear them nobly, and thus help others to bear them as well.

I entrench myself in my books equally against sorrow and the weather.

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.

There are two worlds: The world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imaginations.

Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples.