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What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined for life—to strengthen each other in all labour, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?

It is my service to think how I can best fulfil the demands that each day makes upon me, and to rejoice that others can do what I cannot.

My share in the work of the world may be limited; but the fact that it is work makes it precious.

Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disfranchised

To sleep is to strain and purify our emotions, to deposit the mud of life, to calm the fever of the soul

Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.

Tell all my friends in Concord that I do not send my love, but retain it still.

Now at least the moon is full, and I walk alone, which is best by night, if not by day always.

The dear privacy and retirement and solitude which winter makes possible!

To the sick, indeed, nature is sick, but to the well, a fountain of health.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time.

I have found a dream of beauty at which one might look all one's life and sigh.

As there are silent depths in the ocean which the fiercest storm cannot reach, so there are silent, holy depths in the heart of man which the storms of sin and sorrow can never disturb.

The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good.

As long as the reason of man continues fallible, and he is at liberty to exercise it, different opinions will be formed.

As life wears on the love of husband or wife, of friends and of children, becomes the great solace and delight of age.

Even if we are alone, we store up our enjoyment in hope of sharing it hereafter with those we love.

Love is the light and sunshine of life.

Love lasts through life, and adapts itself to every age and circumstance; in childhood for father and mother, in manhood for wife, in age for children, and throughout for brothers and sisters, relations and friends.

Most of those who have written in praise of books have thought they could say nothing more conclusive than to compare them to friends.

Some people never seem to appreciate their friends till they have lost them.

For as with the close of the day, so with that of life; there may be clouds, and yet if the horizon is clear, the evening may be beautiful.

To be released from the absorbing affairs of life, to feel that one has earned a claim to leisure and repose, is surely in itself no evil.

We love the ticking of the clock, and the flicker of the fire, like the sound of the cawing of rooks, not so much for any beauty of their own as for their associations.

Beauty beyond thought everywhere, beneath, above, made and being made forever.