The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

To speak algebraically, Mr. M. is execrable, but Mr. G. is (x + 1)- ecrable.

A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

No pictorial or sculptural combinations of points of human loveliness, do more than approach the living and breathing human beauty as it gladdens our daily path.

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed-- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.

In reading some books we occupy ourselves chiefly with the thoughts of the author; in perusing others, exclusively with our own.