Moonlight is sculpture.

If we take the freedom to put a friend under our microscope, we thereby insulate him from many of his true relations, magnify his peculiarities, inevitably tear him into parts, and, of course, patch him very clumsily together again. What wonder, then, should we be frightened by the aspect of a monster.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves.

Do anything, save to lie down and die!

Nervous and excitable persons need to talk a great deal, by way of letting off their steam.

Sunlight is like the breath of life to the pomp of autumn.

You can get assent to almost any proposition so long as you are not going to do anything about it.