Sunlight is painting.

Genius, indeed, melts many ages into one, and thus effects something permanent, yet still with a similarity of office to that of the more ephemeral writer. A work of genius is but the newspaper of a century, or perchance of a hundred centuries.

To do nothing is the way to be nothing.

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

She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.

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

New England is quite as large a lump of earth as my heart can really take in.