Mirth is a Proteus, changing its shape and manner with the thousand diversities of individual character, from the most superfluous gayety to the deepest, moat earnest humor.

Wit is an unexpected explosion of thought.

The inborn geniality of some people amounts to genius.

No education deserves the name unless it develops thought, unless it pierces down to the mysterious spiritual principle of mind, and starts that into activity and growth.

A writer who attempts to live on the manufacture of his imagination is continually coquetting with starvation.

Tears are copiously showered over frailties the discoverer takes a malicious delight in circulating; and thus, all granite on one side of the heart, and all milk on the other, the unsexed scandal-monger hies from house to house, pouring balm from its weeping eyes on the wounds it inflicts with its stabbing tongue.

In activity we must find our joy as well as glory; and labor, like everything else that is good, is its own reward.