The charities of life are scattered everywhere, enameling the vales of human beings as the flowers paint the meadows. They are not the fruit of study, nor the privilege of refinement, but a natural instinct.
The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights of another.
I find the name of Jesus Christ written on the top of every page of modern history.
In nine times out of ten, the slanderous tongue belongs to a disappointed person.
Style is the gossamer on which the seeds of truth float through the world.
Avarice is the vice of declining years.