While childhood, and while dreams, producing childhood, shall be left, imagination shall not have spread her holy wings totally to fly the earth.

He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.

I could never hate anyone I knew.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair.

A child's nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.

Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!