How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.
Ah me! the world is full of meetings such as this,--a thrill, a voiceless challenge and reply, and sudden partings after!
A lamp is lit in woman's eye; that souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.
The highest triumph of art, is the truest presentation of nature.
It is godlike to unloose the spirit, and forget yourself in thought.
The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with delicate change.