The teacher is like the candle which lights others in consuming itself.

A human heart is a skein of such imperceptibly and subtly interwoven threads that even the owner of it is often himself at a loss how to unravel it.

Curses are like processions. They return to the place from which they came.

Stories first heard standing at a mother's knee, are never wholly forgotten, — a little spring that never quite dries up in our journey through scorching years.

Travelers describe a tree in the island of Java whose pestiferous exhalations blight every tiny blade of grass within the compass of its shade. So it is with despotism.

If country life be healthful to the body, it is no less so to the mind.

Beauty is an exquisite flower, and its perfume is virtue.