The realm of death seems an enemy's country to most men, on whose shores they are loathly driven by stress of weather; to the wise man it is the desired port where he moors his bark gladly, as in some quiet haven of the Fortunate Isles; it is the golden west into which his sun sinks, and, sinking, casts back a glory upon the leaden cloud-tack which had darkly besieged his day.

There is surely room for yet another schoolmaster when a score of seers advertise themselves in Boston newspapers.

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

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.

To make the common marvelous is the test of genius.

Wealth may be an excellent thing, for it means power, and it means leisure, it means liberty.