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

A man--poet, prophet, or whatever be may be--readily persuades himself of his right to all the worship that is voluntarily tendered.

Man's own youth is the world's youth; at least he feels as if it were, and imagines that the earth's granite substance is something not yet hardened, and which he can mould into whatever shape he likes.

She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.

Some attribute had departed from her, the permanence of which had been essential to keep her a woman. Such is frequently the fate, and such the stern development, of the feminine character and person, when the woman has encountered, and lived through, an experience of peculiar severity. If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or—and the outward semblance is the same—crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more.

We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.

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