I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!

A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.

Pleasant is a rainy winter's day, within doors! The best study for such a day, or the best amusement,—call it which you will,—is a book of travels, describing scenes the most unlike that sombre one

The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may going to prove one's self a fool.

Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.

The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.