I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements.

The essence of love is kindness.

These are my politics: to change what we can; to better what we can; but still to bear in mind that man is but a devil weakly fettered by some generous beliefs and impositions; and for no word however sounding, and no cause however just and pious, to relax the stricture on these bonds.

The obscurest epoch is to-day.

His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing, yet avoided.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.