Some few have a natural talent for office-bolding; very many for office-seeking.

It is a sure sign of a mind not balanced as it ought to be, when it is insensible to the pleasures of the domestic hearth, and to the little joys and endearments of a family.

We can all be heroes in our virtues, in our homes, in our lives.

Books are the beehives of thought; laconics, the honey taken from them.

There is no heart without remorse, no life without some misfortune, no one but what is something stained with sin.

Among all the accomplishments of life none are so important as refinement; it is not, like beauty, a gift of Nature, and can only be acquired by cultivation and practice.

The mind paints before the brush.