Truth takes the stamp of the souls it enters. It is rigorous and rough in arid souls, but tempers and softens itself in loving natures.

A thought is a thing as real as a cannonball.

The early and the latter part of human life are the best, or, at least, the most worthy of respect; the one as the age of innocence, the other of reason.

Every modulated sound is not a song, and every voice that executes a beautiful air does not sing. Singing should enchant. But to produce this effect there must be a quality of soul and voice which is by no means common even with great singers.

Children need models rather than critics.

The dregs may stir themselves as they please; they fall back to the bottom by their own coarseness.

Strength is natural, but grace is the growth of habit. This charming quality requires practice if it is to become lasting.