With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.

Write me as one who loves his fellow men.

May exalting and humanizing thoughts forever accompany me, making me confident without pride, and modest without servility.

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

The perfection of conversational intercourse is when the breeding of high life is animated by the fervor of genius.

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

Improvement is nature.