The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it.

How like a railway tunnel is the poor man's life, with the light of childhood at one end, the intermediate gloom, and only the glimmer of a future life at the other extremity!

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

Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

The selection of a subject is to the author what choice of position is to the general,--once skilfully determined, the battle is already half won. Of a few writers it may be said that they are popular in despite of their subjects--but of a great many more it may be observed that they are popular because of them.

Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.