Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deadly sick.
Human happiness, like the aloe, is a flower of slow growth.
What we must do let us love to do. It is a noble chymistry that turns necessity into pleasure.
INFANCY AND INFANTS
1. The first smile—what kind of reason it displays. The first smile after sickness.
2. Asleep with the polyanthus held fast in its hand, its bells dropping over the rosy face.