How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of the flowers—that deep sigh with which they seem to waken from sleep; the first dew, untouched even by the light foot of the early hare; the first chirping of the rousing birds, as if eager to begin song and flight; all is redolent of the strength given by rest, and the joy of conscious life.

Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.

Alas! we give our own coloring to the actions of others.

English people ... never speak, excepting in cases of fire or murder, unless they are introduced.

words alike make the destiny of empires and of individuals. Ambition, love, hate, interest, vanity, have words for their engines, and need none more powerful. Language is a fifth element - the one by which all the others are swayed.

One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy.

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