Shall we never never get rid of this Past? ... It lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.

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.

Sunlight is painting.

If cities were built by the sound of music, then some edifices would appear to be constructed by grave, solemn tones,--others to have danced forth to light fantastic airs.

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