The rich know not how hard it is to be of needful rest and needful food debarred.

I hate the word 'ought' - it always implies something dull, cold, and commonplace. The 'ought nots' of life are its pleasantest things.

Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.

Knowledge is much like dust - it sticks to one, one does not know how.

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.

Childhood, whose very happiness is love.