It is the penalty of fame that a man must ever keep rising. "Get a reputation, and then go to bed," is the absurdest of all maxims. "Keep up a reputation or go to bed, "would be nearer the truth.

Break up the institution of the family, deny the inviolability of its relations, and in a little while there would not be any humanity.

The downright fanatic is nearer to the heart of things than the cool and slippery disputant.

Pure felicity is reserved for the heavenly life; it grows not in an earthly soil.

Death makes a beautiful appeal to charity. When we look upon the dead form, so composed and still, the kindness and the love that are in us all come forth.

Death, is not an end, but a transition crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration--the secret alembics of vitality.

As for environments, the kingliest being ever born in the flesh lay in a manger.