The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!