Wine is earth's answer to the sun.

No temple can still the personal griefs and strifes in the breasts of its visitors.

I know of no inquiry which the impulses of man suggests that is forbidden to the resolution of man to pursue.

I now know all the people worth knowing in America, and I find no intellect comparable to my own.

I stand in the sunny noon of life. Objects no longer glitter in the dews of morning, neither are yet softened by the shadows of evening.

We would have every arbitrary barrier thrown down. We would have every path laid open to woman as freely as to man.

I fear I have not one good word to say this fair morning, though the sun shines so encouragingly on the distant hills and gentle river and the trees are in their festive hues. I am not festive, though contented. When obliged to give myself to the prose of life, as I am on this occasion of being established in a new home I like to do the thing, wholly and quite, - to weave my web for the day solely from the grey yarn.