Could we know by what strange circumstances a man's genius became prepared for practical success, we should discover that the most serviceable items in his education were never entered in the bills which his father paid for.

But never yet the dog our country fed, Betrayed the kindness or forgot the bread.

Love creates, love cements, love enters and harmonizes all things.

When a man is not amused, he feels an involuntary contempt for those who are.

Genius has no brother.

Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!

Nine times out of ten it is over the Bridge of Sighs that we pass the narrow gulf from youth to manhood. That interval is usually marked by an ill placed or disappointed affection. We recover and we find ourselves a new being. The intellect has become hardened by the fire through which it has passed. The mind profits by the wrecks of every passion, and we may measure our road to wisdom by the sorrows we have undergone.