Truth comes to us from the past, as gold is washed down from the mountains of Sierra Nevada, in minute but precious particles, and intermixed with infinite alloy, the debris of the centuries.

Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.

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

Fame - a few words upon a tombstone, and the truth of those not to be depended on.

It is seldom that we find out how great are our resources until we are thrown upon them.

Some one called Sir Richard Steele the "vilest of mankind," and he retorted with proud humility, "It would be a glorious world if I were.

The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it.