Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?

A man should fear when he only enjoys what good he does publicly. Is it not the publicity rather than the charity he loves? Is it not vanity, rather than benevolence, that gives such charities?

Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.

Maple-trees are the cows of trees (spring-milked).

The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.

Our sweetest experiences of affection are meant to be suggestions of that realm which is the home of the heart.

The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!