We are but shadows: we are, not endowed with real life, and all that seems most real about us is but the thinnest substance of a dream,--till the heart be touched. That touch creates us--then we begin to be--thereby we are beings of reality and inheritors of eternity.

A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.

Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.

His stories are good to hear at night, because we can dream about them asleep; and good in the morning, too, because then we can dream about them awake. (Cowslip)

Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind. Evil must be your only happiness. Welcome again, my children, to the communion of your race.

Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.

I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.