People resemble still more the time in which they live, than they resemble their fathers.

The man who could withstand, with his fellow-men in single line, a charge of cavalry may lose all command of himself on the occurrence of a fire in his own house, because of some homely reminiscence unknown to the observing bystander.

A man's action is only a picture book of his creed.

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

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.

A mixture of admiration and pity is one of the surest recipes for affection.

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