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

February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.

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.

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

Parents and children cannot be to each other, as husbands with wives and wives with husbands. Nature has separated them by an almost impassable barrier of time; the mind and the heart are in quite a different state at fifteen and forty.

there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.

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