Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.

But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and, still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.

Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.

The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.

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

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

Of all the events which constitute a person's biography, there is scarcely one ... to which the world so easily reconciles itself as to his death.