In the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.

Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully like other people.

My soul is not a palace of the past.

Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.

Making one object, in outward or inward nature, more holy to a single heart is reward enough for a life; for the more sympathies we gain or awaken for what is beautiful, by so much deeper will be our sympathy for that which is most beautiful,--the human soul!

That pernicious sentiment, "Our country, right or wrong."

If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.