A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.

The golden line is drawn between winter and summer. Behind all is blackness and darkness and dissolution. Before is hope, and soft airs, and the flowers, and the sweet season of hay; and people will cross the fields, reading or walking with one another; and instead of the rain that soaks death into the heart of green things, will be the rain which they drink with delight; and there will be sleep on the grass at midday, and early rising in the morning, and long moonlight evenings.

Where the mouth is sweet and the eyes intelligent, there is always the look of beauty, with a right heart.

Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add-- Jenny kissed me!

There is no greater mistake in the world than the looking upon every sort of nonsense as want of sense.

Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.

When moral courage feels that it is in the right, there is no personal daring of which it is incapable.