An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.
A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.
Delicious tears! The heart’s own dew.
We might have been – these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life’s bewailing.
No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.
Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature; for life is never so low or so little as when occupied with the present.
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.