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.

Among the lessons taught by the French revolution, there is none sadder or more striking than this--that you may make everything else out of the passions of men except a political system that will work, and that there is nothing so pitilessly and unconsciously cruel as sincerity formulated into dogma.

There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.

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

I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife.

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.

Fastidiousness is only another word for egotism; and all men who know not where to look for truth save in the narrow well of self will find their own image at the bottom, and mistake it for what they are seeking.