He, to talk of shadows, in the blazing noonday of fortune; to pant with thirst, when wave swelling after wave of pure crystal water wooed with refreshing coolness his meeting lips.
Oh, starver in the midst of God's plenty! think of the wretched sons of famine, and be wise.
"You must have a strange power over me," said he, rising and walking to one of the alcoves, in which the books were arranged.

"Seldom indeed do I allude to my own individuality.

Forget it.

I have been very happy lately.

My soul, like a high mountain, lifts itself into the sunshine, leaving the vapors and clouds rolling below.