Youth is in a grand flush, like the hot days of ending summer; and pleasant dreams thrall your spirit, like the smoky atmosphere that bathes the landscape of an August day.
Married or unmarried, young or old, poet or worker, you are still a dreamer, and will one time know, and feel, that your life is but a dream.
The sparrow that is twittering on the edge of my balcony is calling up to me this moment a world of memories that reach over half my lifetime, and a world of hope that stretches farther than any flight of sparrows.
But wealth is a great means of refinement; and it is a security for gentleness, since it removes disturbing anxieties.
I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.