I do think all good and evil comes from words. I have to tune myself into a good temper with something musical, and I run to a book as a child to its mother.

Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.

For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks; but suddenly it would come over her, If he were with me now what would he say? --some days, some sights bringing him back to her calmly, without the old bitterness; which perhaps was the reward of having cared for people; they came back in the middle of St. James's Park on a fine morning--indeed they did.

Come indoors then, and open the books on your library shelves. For you have a library and a good one. A working library, a living library; a library where nothing is chained down and nothing is locked up; a library where the songs of the singers rise naturally from the lives of the livers.

Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.

If it were now to die, 'twere now to be most happy.

Habits and customs are a convenience devised for the support of timid natures who dare not allow their souls free play.