A man's character is the reality of himself; his reputation, the opinion others have formed about him; character resides in him, reputation in other people; that is the substance, this is the shadow.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Weak minds may be injured by novel-reading; but sensible people find both amusement and instruction therein.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

The world's battlefields have been in the heart chiefly; more heroism has been displayed in the household and the closet, than on the most memorable battlefields in history.

Anxiety in human life is what squeaking and grinding are in machinery that is not oiled. In life, trust is the oil.

Sharp men, like sharp needles, break easy, though they pierce quick.