The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of vanity and over-self-contemplativeness.

avarice is especially, I suppose, a disease of the imagination.

April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.

I have a strong opinion that a genuine love of books is one of the greatest blessings of life for man and woman.

The death of my mother permanently affects my happiness, more even than I should have anticipated, though I always knew that I must feel the separation at first as a severe wrench. But I did not apprehend, during her life, to what a degree she prevented me from feeling heart-solitude.

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

I don't pretend to any exemption from the general lot of parental delusion-I mean that like most other parents I see my child through an atmosphere which illuminates, magnifies, and at the same time refines the object to a degree that amounts to a delusion.