He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven.

We love the beautiful and serene, but we have a feeling as deep as love for the terrible and dark.

Evening is the delight of virtuous age; it seems an emblem of the tranquil close of busy life--serene, placid, and mild, with the impress of its great Creator stamped upon it; it spreads its quiet wings over the grave, and seems to promise that all shall be peace beyond it.

The classic literature is always modern.

Ere yet we yearn for what is out of our reach, we are still in the cradle. When wearied out with our yearnings, desire again falls asleep; we are on the death-bed.

If you are in doubt whether to write a letter or not, don't. And the advice applies to many doubts in life besides that of letter writing.

A reform is a correction of abuses; a revolution is a transfer of power.