It is so easy to believe in pleasant impossibilities.
Of all the trees that have ever been cultivated by man, the genealogical tree is the driest. It is one, we may be sure, that had no place in the garden of Eden. Its root is in the grave; its produce mere Dead Sea fruit.
The world is terribly apt to take people at their own valuation.
It has been aptly said that all Egypt is but the facade of an immense sepulcher.
Every reformation ruins somebody.
Literature is, in fact, the fruit of leisure.