Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.

He presents me with what is always an acceptable gift who brings me news of a great thought before unknown. He enriches me without impoverishing himself. The judicious quoter, too, helps on what is much needed in the world, a freer circulation of good thoughts, pure feelings, and pleasant fancies.

A sound discretion is not so much indicated by never making a mistake as by never repeating it.

Partial culture runs to the ornate, extreme culture to simplicity.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

Out of politics comes more uproar than progress. It is indeed surprising how little, comparatively, this noisy department of human affairs contributes to the world's prosperity. Political commotions upon the grandest scale, political events of astounding suddenness, political characters of the greatest ability, abound, but still, permanent results are rare, and we look in vain for a measure of public good corresponding in extent to the hideous rout which ushers it in. Progress but turns upon its pillow, and goes to sleep again.

Something of a person's character may be observed by how they smile. Some never smile they only grin.