To the thinker, the most trifling external object often suggests ideas, which, like Homer's chain, extend, link after link, from earth to heaven.

Nothing but real love--(how rare it is; has one human heart in a million ever known it?) nothing but real love can repay us for the loss of freedom--the cares and fears of poverty--the cold pity of the world that we both despise and respect.

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

People who are very vain are usually equally susceptible; and they who feel one thing acutely, will so feel another.

There is certainly something of exquisite kindness and thoughtful benevolence in that rarest of gifts,--fine breeding.

Genius is but fine observation strengthened by fixity of purpose.

If thou be industrious to procure wealth, be generous in the disposal of it. Man never is so happy as when he giveth happiness unto another.