The greatest possible mint of style is to make the words absolutely disappear into the thought.

No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

No, my little Pearl! Thou must gather thine own sunshine. I have none to give thee.

This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.

Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! Else it may be their miserable fortune, when some mightier touch than their own may have awakened all her sensibilities, to be reproached even for the calm content, the marble image of happiness, which they will have imposed upon her as the warm reality.

There are many things in this world that a child must not ask about.