The perception of the beautiful is gradual, and not a lightning revelation; it requires not only time, but some study.

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.

More people laugh at us than with us, however it may appear at the moment.

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

Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains.

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