Men, like musical instruments, seem made to be played upon.

Enthusiasm is the inspiration of everything great. Without it no man is to be feared, and with it none despised.

Common sense, alas in spite of our educational institutions, is a rare commodity.

Weakness ineffectually seeks to disguise itself,--like a drunken man trying to show how sober he is.

Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured; but, like the sun, only for a time.

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

Luminous quotations, also, atone, by their interest, for the dulness of an inferior book, and add to the value of a superior work by the variety which they lend to its style and treatment.