Ah me! the world is full of meetings such as this,--a thrill, a voiceless challenge and reply, and sudden partings after!

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Fine taste is an aspect of genius itself, and is the faculty of delicate appreciation, which makes the best effects of art our own.

The night is made for tenderness,--so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music,--and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip made holy.

It is godlike to unloose the spirit, and forget yourself in thought.

Wisdom, sits alone, topmost in heaven: she is its light, its God; and in the heart of man she sits as high, though groveling minds forget her oftentimes, seeing but this world's idols.

The taste forever refines in the study of women.