Hope is the best part of our riches. What sufficeth it that we have the wealth of the Indies in our pockets, if we have not the hope of heaven in our souls?

Love delights in paradoxes. Saddest when it has most reason to be gay, sighs are the signs of its deepest joy, and silence is the expression of its yearning tenderness.

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.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Great warriors, like great earthquakes, are principally remembered for the mischief they have done.

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

There are ceremonious bows that repel one like a cudgel.