That bad letters of every kind arise from want of the habit of thinking, I cannot doubt.

Autumn glows upon us like a splendid evening; it is the very sunset of the year.

She was the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly ever.

[On Elizabeth Barrett Browning:] ... for finish, and melody of versification, there is nothing approaching to Miss Barrett in this day, or in any other - also for diction. Her words paint.

Prejudices of taste, likings and dislikings, are not always vanquishable by reason.

No fear of forgetting the good-humoured faces that meet us in our walks each day.

Trees and children are, of all living things, those whose growth soonest makes one feel one's age.