The soul of man createth its own destiny of power; and as the trial is intenser here, his being hath a nobler strength in heaven.

How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.

There is a gentle element, and man may breathe it with a calm, unruffled soul, and drink its living waters, till his heart is pure; and this is human happiness.

One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied daybreaks is an opera but once performed.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.

A lamp is lit in woman's eye; that souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.