Slugs crawl and crawl over our cabbages, like the world's slander over a good name. You may kill them, it is true; but there is the slime.

Duty, though set about by thorns, may still be made a staff supporting even while it tortures. Cast it away, and, like the prophet's wand, it changes to a snake.

Wishes, at least, are the easy pleasures of the poor.

Nothing is so beneficial to a young author as the advice of a man whose judgment stands constitutionally at the freezing-point.

A coquette is like a recruiting sergeant, always on the lookout for fresh victims.

A creature undefiled by the taint of the world, unvexed by its injustice, unwearied by its hollow pleasures; a being fresh from the source of light, with something of its universal lustre in it. If childhood be this, how holy the duty to see that in its onward growth it shall be no other!

Marriage is like wine. It is not be properly judged until the second glass.