I have found by experience that they who have spent all their lives in cities contract not only an effeminacy of habit, but of thinking.

The first time I read an excellent book, it is to me just as if I had gained a new friend. When I read a book over I have perused before, it resembles the meeting with an old one.

Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.

In all the silent manliness of grief.

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

He watched and wept and prayed and felt for all

Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.