Ideas are like matter, infinitely divisible. It is not given to us to get down so to speak to their final atoms, but to their molecular groupings-the way is never ending and the progress infinitely delightful and profitable.

There are ceremonious bows that repel one like a cudgel.

There will always be romance in the world so long as there are young hearts in it.

The best evidence of merit is a cordial recognition of it whenever and wherever it may be found.

The busiest of living agents are certain dead men's thoughts.

Neither love nor ambition, as it has often been shown, can brook a division of its empire in the heart.

The trouble with men of sense is that they are so dreadfully in earnest all the while.