Genius, the Pythian of the beautiful, leaves its large truths a riddle to the dull.

O woman! woman! thou shouldest have few sins of thine own to answer for! Thou art the author of such a book of follies in a man that it would need the tears of all the angels to blot the record out.

Castles in the air cost a vast deal to keep up.

The curse of the great is ennui.

Revenge is a common passion; it is the sin of the uninstructed. The savage deems it noble;but the religion of Christ, which is the sublime civilizer, emphatically condemns it. Why? Because religion ever seeks to ennoble man; and nothing so debases him as revenge.

A good cigar is as great a comfort to a man as a good cry to a woman.

It is the glorious doom of literature that the evil perishes and the good remains.