Happy is said to be the family which can eat onions together. They are, for the time being, separate, from the world, and have a harmony of aspiration.

I am convinced that the majority of people would be generous from selfish motives, if they had the opportunity.

Perhaps nobody ever accomplishes all that he feels lies in him to do; but nearly every one who tries his power touches the walls of his being.

Memory has the singular characteristic of recalling in a friend absent, as in a journey long past, only that which is agreeable.

A great artist can paint a great picture on a small canvas.

The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest.

There is no beauty like that which was spoiled by an accident; no accomplishments and graces are so to be envied as those that circumstances rudely hindered the development of.