When we talk of leaving our childhood behind us, we might as well say that the river flowing onward to the sea had left the fountain behind.

Avarice is to the intellect what sensuality is to the morals.

Chill penury weighs down the heart itself; and though it sometimes be endured with calmness, it is but the calmness of despair.

As the rolling stone gathers no moss, so the roving heart gathers no affections.

Of how many women might the history be comprised in those few words - 'she lived, suffered, and was buried'!

The true purpose of education is to cherish and unfold the seed of immortality already sown within us.

The moment one begins to solder right and wrong together, one's conscience becomes like a piece of plated goods.