How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning!

no hour arrives so soon as the one we dread.

I have a respect for family pride. If it be a prejudice, it is a prejudice in its most picturesque shape. But I hold it is connected with some of the noblest feelings in our nature.

To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.

Few save the poor feel for the poor.

Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?

We are rarely wrong when we act from impulse.