The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

History - a biography of a few stout and earnest persons

The world is his who can see through its pretension.

To have played and laughed with enthusiasm, and sung with exultation - this to to have succeeded.

The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.

The rule for hospitality and Irish "help," is, to have the same dinner every day throughout the year. At last, Mrs. O'Shaughnessylearns to cook it to a nicety, the host learns to carve it, and the guests are well served.

Nature and literature are subjective phenomena; every evil and every good thing is a shadow which we cast