Truth always has a bewitching savor of newness in it, and novelty at the first taste recalls that original sweetness to the tongue; but alas for him who would make the one a substitute for the other.

Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

Aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession many.

O reputation! dearer far than life.

At the devil's booth are all things sold. Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold.

Good heavens, of what un costly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons.

The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.