It is only the intellect that can be thoroughly and hideously wicked. It can forget everything in the attainment of its ends. The heart recoils; in its retired some drops of childhood's dew still linger, defying manhood's fiery noon.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

Reading enables us to see with the keenest eyes, to hear with the finest ears, and listen to the sweetest voices of all time.

In the parliament of the present every man represents a constituency of the past.

The greater your real strength and power, the quieter it will be exercised.

The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

Children are God's Apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope, and peace.