Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.

We judge other according to results; how else?--not knowing the process by which results are arrived at.

Yes, Isaac Taylor, who has just published 'The World of Mind,' is the Isaac Taylor, author of the 'Natural History of Enthusiasm.' I dare say by this time there is a want of fatty particles in his brain.

Mankind is not disposed to look narrowly into the conduct of great victors when their victory is on the right side.

Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.