Hair is the most delicate and lasting of our materials, and survives us, like love. It is so light, so gentle; so escaping from the idea of death, that, with a lock of hair belonging to a child or friend, we may almost look up to heaven and compare notes with the angelic nature,--may almost say, "I have a piece of thee here not unworthy of thy being now.

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.

The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.

Great women belong to history and to self-sacrifice, not to the annals of a stage, however dignified.

Danger for danger's sake is senseless.

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.

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