Love heightens all senses - except the common.
To one in sympathy with nature, each season, in its turn, seems the loveliest.
It is a worthy thing to fight for one's freedom; it is another sight finer to fight for another man's.
Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary.
Intellectual ''work'' is misnamed; it is a pleasure, a dissipation, and is its own highest reward.
God pours out love upon all with a lavish hand -- but He reserves vengeance for His very own.