What are Raphael's Madonnas but the shadow of a mother's love, fixed in permanent outline forever?
Thomas Wentworth HigginsonThere are no days in the whole round year more delicious than those which often come to us in the latter half of April... The sun trembles in his own soft rays... The grass in the meadow seems all to have grown green since yesterday.
Thomas Wentworth HigginsonAfter all, when a thought takes one's breath away, a lesson on grammar seems an impertinence.
Thomas Wentworth Higginson