To write for a living, according to Mr. Whipple, is coquetting with starvation.
How much of love lies buried in dusty graves!
The highest art is artlessness.
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.
If you tell a woman she is beautiful, whisper it softly, for if the devil hears, he will echo it many times.