It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.

In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.