A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.

I am persuaded there is no such thing after all as a perfect enjoyment of solitude; for the more delicious the solitude the more one wants a companion.

Cats at firesides live luxuriously and are the picture of comfort.

Light is, perhaps, the most wonderful of all visible things.

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

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.

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