Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.

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

Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

I would have any one, who really and truly has leisure and ability, make verses. I think it a more refining and happy-making occupation than any other pastime accomplishment.

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.

Life is the steam of the corporeal engine; the soul is the engineer who makes use of the steam-quickened engine.