Why are poets so apt to choose their mates, not for any similarity of poetic endowment, but for qualities which might make the happiness of the rudest handicraftsman as well as that of the ideal craftsman of the spirit? Because, probably, at his highest elevation, the poet needs no human intercourse; but he finds it dreary to descend, and be a stranger.

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

The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.

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.

All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.

The love of science to rival the love of woman, in its depth and absorbing energy.

The Christian faith is a grand cathedral with divinely pictured windows.