It is some compensation for great evils, that they enforce great lessons.

It may almost be held that the hope of commercial gain has done nearly as much for the cause of truth as even the love of truth.

Bad taste is a species of bad morals.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.

In one important respect a man is fortunate in being poor. His responsibility to God is so much the less

The past is the sepulchre of our dead emotions.