Rising genius always shoots forth its rays from among clouds and vapours, but these will gradually roll away and disappear, as it ascends to its steady and meridian lustre.
I am always at a loss at how much to believe of my own stories.
Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.
Marriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three.
Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture.
Christmas is here, Merry old Christmas, Gift-bearing Christmas, Day of grand memories, King of the year!