The mind is an enchanting thing.
Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.
The hands are the heart's messengers.
My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."
the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.
I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.