Expression is the mystery of beauty.

Fate is not the ruler, but the servant of Providence.

Shame is like the weaver's thread; if it breaks in the net, it is wholly imperfect.

The commerce of intellect loves distant shores. The small retail dealer trades only with his neighbor; when the great merchant trades he links the four quarters of the globe.

The most delicate beauty in the mind of women is, and ever must be, an independence of artificial stimulants for content. It is not so with men. The links that bind men to capitals belong to the golden chain of civilization,--the chain which fastens all our destinies to the throne of Jove. And hence the larger proportion of men in whom genius is pre-eminent have preferred to live in cities, though some of them have bequeathed to us the loveliest pictures of the rural scenes in which they declined to dwell.

If there is a virtue in the world at which we should always aim, it is cheerfulness.

Punctuality is a virtue, If you don't mind being lonely.