“The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.”

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.

Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.

I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

In heaven it is always autumn.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!