When some one sorrow, that is yet reparable, gets hold of your mind like a monomania,--when you think, because Heaven has denied you this or that, on which you had set your heart, that all your life must be a blank,--oh, then diet yourself well on biography,--the biography of good and great men. See how little a space one sorrow really makes in life. See scarce a page, perhaps, given to some grief similar to your own, and how triumphantly the life sails on beyond it.

It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.

Whenever man commits a crime heaven finds a witness.

Poverty has strange bedfellows.

Anger ventilated often hurries towards forgiveness; anger concealed often hardens into revenge.

The food of hope is meditative action.

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