A babe is a mother's anchor.
Indeed, unless a man can link his written thoughts with the everlasting wants of men, so that they shall draw more from them as wells, there is no more immortality to the thoughts and feelings of the soul than to the muscles and bones.
Blessed are they who know how to shine on one's gloom with their cheer.
Titles are too "thin" for the nineteenth century.
Storms purify the atmosphere.
The commerce of the world is conducted by the strong, and usually it operates against the weak.