What a sweet reverence is that when a young man deems his mistress a little more than mortal and almost chides himself for longing to bring her close to his heart.

A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.

There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.

We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.

Honesty and wisdom are such a delightful pastime, at another person's expense!

Technologies of easy travel give us wings; they annihilate the toil and dust of pilgrimage; they spiritualize travel! Transition being so facile, what can be any man's inducement to tarry in one spot?

Some illusions...are the shadows of great truths.