No man flatters the woman he truly loves.

Reason is not time only interpreter of life. The fountain of action is in time feelings.

A pilgrimage is an admirable remedy for over-fastidiousness and sickly refinement.

There is a strength of quiet endurance as significant of courage as the most daring feats of prowess.

As the falcon launched trustingly heavenward is lost to view, the course of the higher poetry often soars beyond the ken of the multitude; and, as the humble birds carol blithely round our dwellings, so the meeker lays of the muse linger tunefully about the heart.

The mind's only perfect vassal.

The art of walking is at once suggestive of the dignity of man. Progressive motion alone implies power, but in almost every other instance it seems a power gained at the expense of self-possession.