Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.

I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.

Moonlight is sculpture.

What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.

She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.

I sometimes fancy," said Hilda, on whose susceptibility the scene always made a strong impression, "that Rome--mere Rome--will crowd everything else out of my heart.

It is my opinion that a man's soul may be buried and perish under a dung-heap, or in a furrow field, just as well as under a pile of money.