The stars are so far, far away!

I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.

Occupation is one great source of enjoyment. No man, properly occupied, was ever miserable.

Our first love-letter ... There is so much to be said, and which no words seems exactly to say - the dread of saying too much is so nicely balanced by the fear of saying too little. Hope borders on presumption, and fear on reproach.

Few save the poor feel for the poor.

I cannot love evergreens - they are the misanthropes of nature. To them the spring brings no promise, the autumn no decline; they are cut off from the sweetest of all ties with their kind - sympathy. ... I will have no evergreens in my garden; when the inevitable winter comes, every beloved plant and favorite tree shall drop together - no solitary fir left to triumph over the companionship of decay.

marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.