Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.

The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers.

Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.

With every step of the recent traveler our inheritance of the wonderful is diminished. Those beautiful pictured notes of the possible are redeemed at a ruinous discount in the hard coin of the actual.

Year by year, more and more of the world gets disenchanted. Even the icy privacy of the arctic and antarctic circles is invaded. We have played Jack Horner with our earth, till there is never a plum left in it.

O reputation! dearer far than life.

I love her with a love as still As a broad river's peaceful might, Which by high tower and lowly mill, Goes wandering at its own will, And yet does ever flow aright.