There is nothing settled in manners, but the laws of behavior yield to the energy of the individual.

I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching. How far off, how cool, how chaste the persons look,begirt each one with a precinct or sanctuary!

Every chair should be a throne and hold a king.

Yet these uneasy pleasures and fine pains are for curiosity, and not for life.

We are disgusted by gossip; yet it is of importance to keep the angels in their proprieties.

The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture. Language is fossil poetry. As the limestone of the continent consists of infinite masses of the shells of animalcules, so language is made up of images or tropes, which now, in their secondary use, have long ceased to remind us of their poetic origin.

What goes on around you... compares little with what goes on inside you.