Bad taste is a species of bad morals.

Excessive sensibility is only another name for morbid self-consciousness.

There is no tyrant like custom, and no freedom where its edicts are not resisted.

The light in the world comes principally from two sources,-the sun, and the student's lamp.

Love's sweetest meanings are unspoken; the full heart knows no rhetoric of words.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

Poverty is only contemptible when it is felt to be so. Doubtless the best way to make our poverty respectable is to seem never to feel it as an evil.