Youth is a season that has no repose.
I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.
Alas! we give our own coloring to the actions of others.
It is amazing how much a thought expands and refines by being put into speech: I should think it could hardly know itself.
Knowledge is much like dust - it sticks to one, one does not know how.
I do not think that life has a suspense more sickening than that of expecting a letter which does not come.