A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.

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.

I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.

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

The whole forest was peopled with frightful sounds-the creaking of the trees, the howling of wild beasts, and the yell of Indians; while sometimes the wind tolled like a distant church bell, and sometimes gave a broad roar around the traveler, as if all Nature were laughing him to scorn. But he was himself the chief horror of the scene, and shrank not from its other horrors.

Do anything, save to lie down and die!

This above all: be true, be true, be true.