Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.

Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?

Heaven is neither here nor there to me. Everywhere and nowhere. Just not in between, But I believe in Heaven.

Silence is sorrow's best food.

It is beginning to be doubtful whether Parliament and Congress sit in Westminster and Washington, or in the editorial rooms of the leading journals,--so thoroughly is everything debated before the authorized and responsible debaters get on their legs.

Endurance is the crowning quality.

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