Great pains were taken to hide chains with flowers

I like rudeness a great deal better than flattery.

I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.

On the contrary, I'm a universal patriot, if you could understand me rightly: my country is the world.

In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life—November seasons of disaster, when a man's hearth and home would be cold indeed, without the clear, cheering gleam of intellect.

I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?

It is not violence that best overcomes hate -- nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.