Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.

Ugliness without tact is horrible.

Salt is white and pure - there is something holy in salt.

Earth has one angel less and heaven one more, since yesterday.

No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so much the worse for us.

I sometimes fancy," said Hilda, on whose susceptibility the scene always made a strong impression, "that Rome--mere Rome--will crowd everything else out of my heart.

This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.