Simple ignorance has in its time been complimented by the names of most of the vices, and of all the virtues.

Love, like the opening of the heavens to the Saints, shows for a moment, even to the dullest man, the possibilities of the human race. He has faith, hope, and charity for another being, perhaps but a creation of his imagination: still it is a great advance for a man to be profoundly loving even in his imaginations.

Extremely foolish advice is likely to be uttered by those who are looking at the laboring vessel from the land.

There are no better cosmetics than a severe temperance and purity, modesty and humility, a gracious temper and calmness of spirit; and there is no true beauty without the signatures of these graces in the very countenance.

There is hardly a more common error than that of taking the man who has one talent, for a genius.

Routine is not organization, any more than paralysis is order.

He who is continually changing his point of view sees more, and more clearly, than one who, statue-like, forever stands upon the same pedestal; however lofty and well-placed that pedestal may be.