How little praise warms out of a man the good that is in him, as the sneer of contempt which he feels is unjust chill the ardor to excel.

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

You know There are moments when silence, prolonged and unbroken, More expressive may be than all words ever spoken.

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 curse of the great is ennui.

We must remember how apt man is to extremes--rushing from credulity and weakness to suspicion and distrust.

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