The Rapturuous, Wild, And Ineffable

With Spots Of Sunny Openings, And With Nooks To Lie And Read In, Sloping Into Brooks.

There Is No Greater Mistake In The World Than The Looking Upon Every Sort Of Nonsense As Want Of Sense.

Tears Hinder Sorrow From Becoming Despair.

I Loved My Friend For His Gentleness, His Candor, His Good Repute, His Freedom Even From My Own Livelier Manner, His Calm And Reasonable Kindness. It Was Not Any Particular Talent That Attracted Me To Him, Or I Anything Striking Whatsoever. I Should Say In One Word, It Was His Goodness.

When Moral Courage Feels That It Is In The Right, There Is No Personal Daring Of Which It Is Incapable.