It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature. But those who have a psssion for nature in the natural way, need no pictures nor gallereies. Spring is their designer, and the whole year their artist.

To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

Poverty is very good in poems but very bad in the house; very good in maxims and sermons but very bad in practical life.

We know much of a writer by his style. An open and imperious disposition is shown in short sentences, direct and energetic. A secretive and proud mind is cold and obscure in style. An affectionate and imaginative nature pours out luxuriantly, and blossoms all over with ornament.

Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.

A woman's pity often opens the door to love.

It is defeat that turns bone to flint, gristle to muscle, and makes men invincible.