I can pass days stretch'd in the shade of those old cedar trees, watching the sunshine like a blessing fall,- - the breeze like music wandering o'er the boughs, each tree a natural harp,--each different leaf a different note, blent in one vast thanksgiving.
Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.
Were it not better to forget than to remember and regret?
An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.
I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.
So much to win, so much to lose, no marvel that I fear to choose.
And this is woman's fate: all her affections are called into life by winning flatteries, and then thrown back upon themselves to perish; and her heart, her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, is left to bleed or break!
I have no parting sigh to give, so take my parting smile.
Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.
Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?
I never cast a flower away, a gift of one who car'd for me; a flower--a faded flower, but it was done reluctantly.
Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.
Childhood, whose very happiness is love.
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.
The apple blossoms' shower of pearl, though blent with rosier hue, as beautiful as woman's blush, as evanescent too.
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.
The dream on the pillow, that flits with the day, the leaf of the willow a breath wears away; the dust on the blossom, the spray on the sea; Ay,--ask thine own bosom-- are emblems of thee.
Do anything but love; or if thou lovest and art a woman, hide thy love from him whom thou dost worship; never let him know how dear he is; flit like a bird before him; lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower; but be not won, or thou wilt, like that bird, when caught and caged, be left to pine neglected and perish in forgetfulness.
I would give worlds, could I believe one-half that is profess'd me; affection! could I think it Thee, when Flattery has caress'd me.
The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.
Down she bent her head upon an arm so white that tears seemed but the natural melting of its snow, touched by the flushed cheek's crimson.
In our road through life we may happen to meet with a man casting a stone reverentially to enlarge the cairn of another which stone he has carried in his bosom to sling against that very other's head.
The rich know not how hard it is to be of needful rest and needful food debarred.
Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.