Old events have modern meanings; only that survives of past history which finds kindred in all hearts and lives.

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

Earth's noblest thing,-a woman perfected.

No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

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.

It is curious for one who studies the action and reaction of national literature on each other, to see the humor of Swift and Sterne and Fielding, after filtering through Richter, reappear in Carlyle with a tinge of Germanism that makes it novel, alien, or even displeasing, as the case may be, to the English mind.