But that is the object of long living, that man should cease to care about life.

After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

The outer world, from which we cower into our houses, seemed after all a gentle habitable place; and night after night a man's bed, it seemed, was laid and waiting for him in the fields, where God keeps an open house.

The rain is falling all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. - Rain

An aspiration is a joy forever, a possession as solid as a landed estate, a fortune which we can never exhaust and which gives us year by year a revenue of pleasurable activity.

I am in the habit of looking not so much to the nature of a gift as to the spirit in which it is offered.

If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also.