No reproach is like that we clothe in a smile, and present with a bow.

They have written volumes out of which a couplet of verse, a period in prose, may cling to the rock of ages, as a shell that survives a deluge.

The vices and the virtues are written in a language the world cannot construe; it reads them in a vile translation, and the translators are Failure and Success.

In other countries poverty is a misfortune - with us it is a crime.

Power is so characteristically calm, that calmness in itself has the aspect of strength.

Tears are akin to prayer - Pharisees parade prayers, imposters parade tears.

Of all the conditions to which the heart is subject suspense is one that most gnaws and cankers into the frame. One little month of that suspense, when it involves death, we are told by an eye witness in "Wakefield on the Punishment of Death," is sufficient to plough fixed lines and furrows in a convict of five and twenty,--sufficient, to dash the brown hair with grey, and to bleach the grey to white.