The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.

Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.

With every step of the recent traveler our inheritance of the wonderful is diminished. Those beautiful pictured notes of the possible are redeemed at a ruinous discount in the hard coin of the actual.

There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business.

Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.

Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief.

It is singular how impatient men are with overpraise of others, how patient of overpraise of themselves; and yet the one does them no injury, while the other may be their ruin.