I cannot find language of sufficient energy to convey my sense of the sacredness of private integrity.

O Day of days when we can read! The reader and the book, either without the other is naught.

Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.

I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.

I must feel pride in my friend's accomplishments as if they were mine,--and a property in his virtues. I feel as warmly when he ispraised, as the lover when he hears applause of his engaged maiden.

Drive out Nature with a fork, she comes running back.

We are made aware that magnitude of material things is relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of the poet. Thus, in his sonnets, the lays of birds, the scents and dyes of flowers, he finds to be the shadow of his beloved; time, which keeps her from him, is his chest; the suspicion she has awakened, is her ornament