How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of the flowersโthat deep sigh with which they seem to waken from sleep; the first dew, untouched even by the light foot of the early hare; the first chirping of the rousing birds, as if eager to begin song and flight; all is redolent of the strength given by rest, and the joy of conscious life.
Letitia Elizabeth LandonThe lover and the physician are each popular from the same cause - we talk to them of nothing but ourselves.
Letitia Elizabeth LandonI hate the word 'ought' - it always implies something dull, cold, and commonplace. The 'ought nots' of life are its pleasantest things.
Letitia Elizabeth LandonTo this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon