The ignorant ever shun and dread the gifted and enlightened.
The diamond of character is revealed by the concussion of misfortune, as the splendor of the precious jewel of the mine is developed by the blows of the lapidary.
How much of love lies buried in dusty graves!
To write for a living, according to Mr. Whipple, is coquetting with starvation.
The highest art is artlessness.
Real merit requires as much labor, to be placed in a true light, as humbug to be elevated to an unworthy eminence; only the success of the false is temporary, that of the true, immortal.