When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, - a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.

There is no second country for an Englishman, except a ship and the sea.

Taste is to literature what bon ton is in society.

Speech happens to not be his language.

the last steps of life are ever slow and difficult.

Scientific progress makes moral progress a necessity; for if man's power is increased, the checks that restrain him from abusing it must be strengthened.

Happy the land where the writers are sad, the merchants satisfied, the rich melancholic, and the populace content.