The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.

God's livery is a very plain one; but its wearers have good reason to be content. If it have not so much gold-lace about it as Satan's, it keeps out foul weather better, and is besides a great deal cheaper.

Through aisles of long-drawn centuries my spirit walks in thought.

Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful: Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.

A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.

Attention is the stuff that memory is made of, and memory is accumulated genius.

He gives us the very quintessence of perception,-the clearly crystalized precipitation of all that is most precious in the ferment of impression after the impertinent and obtrusive particulars have evaporated from the memory.