We bless and curse ourselves.

There is not so good an understanding between any two, but the exposure by the one of a serious fault in the other will produce a misunderstanding in proportion to its heinousness.

Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly.

We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.

That excitement about Kossuth, consider how characteristic, but superficial, it was!--only another kind of politics or dancing. Men were making speeches to him all over the country, but each expressed only the thought, or the want of thought, of the multitude. No man stood on truth. They were merely banded together, as usual one leaning on another, and all together on nothing.

Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows.

The eye is the jewel of the body.