Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
He loved the twilight that surrounds The border-land of old romance; Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance, And banner waves, and trumpet sounds, And ladies ride with hawk on wrist, And mighty warriors sweep along, Magnified by the purple mist, The dusk of centuries and of song.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
There are no birds in last year's nest
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks...Stand like Druids of old.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!
I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much audacious hope and trembling fear, so much of the heart's history, that all errors and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of in the amiable self assertion of youth.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.