There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.

What is there so ponderous in evil, that a thumb's bigness of it should outweigh the mass of things not evil, which were heaped into the other scale!

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

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

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings as now in October.

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

It was a day in early spring; and as that sweet, genial time of year and atmosphere calls out tender greenness from the ground,--beautiful flowers, or leaves that look beautiful because so long unseen under the snow and decay,--so the pleasant air and warmth had called out three young people, who sat on a sunny hill-side enjoying the warm day and one another.