The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

A drop of ink may make a million think.

This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.

The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!

In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.