It takes all sorts of people to make a world.

Rogues are prone to find things before they are lost.

A man, so to speak, who is not able to bow to his own conscience every morning is hardly in a condition to respectfully salute the world at any other time of the day.

What women would do if they could not cry, nobody knows. What poor, defenceless creatures they would be!

Humor is the harmony of the heart.

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!

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