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

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

The last excessive feelings of delight are always grave.

The only place a new hat can be carried into with safety is a church, for there is plenty of room there.

Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles; but the magnifying of the one is like looking through a telescope at heavenly objects; that of the other, like enlarging monsters with a microscope.

Your second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures he dispenses.

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