It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stoney street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.

If a man can have only one kind of sense, let him have common sense. If he has that and uncommon sense too, he is not far from genius.

The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.

Laws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obey them.

There's not much practical Christianity in the man who lives on better terms with angels and seraphs than with his children, servants and neighbours.

A book is a garden; A book is an orchard; A book is a storehouse; A book is a party. It is company by the way; it is a counselor; it is a multitude of counselors.

The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.