Common sense is only a modification of talent. Genius is an exaltation of it. The difference is, therefore, in degree, not nature.

Ambition has no rest.

Poverty has strange bedfellows.

Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.

In these days half our diseases come from neglect of the body in overwork of the brain.

When one is in a good sound rage, it is astonishing how calm one can be.

More is got from one book on which the thought settles for a definite end in knowledge, than from libraries skimmed over by a wandering eye.