Metaphor is no argument, though it be sometimes the gunpowder to drive one home, and imbed it in the memory.

A man is old when he can pass an apple orchard and not remember the stomachache.

Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.

God does not weigh criminality in our scales. We have one absolute, with the seal of authority upon it; and with us an ounce is an ounce, and a pound a pound. God's measure is the heart of the offender,--a balance which varies with every one of us, a balance so delicate that a tear cast in the other side may make the weight of error kick the beam.

The surest plan to make a man is, think him so.

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.

It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is...