We have a reading, a talking, and a writing public. When shall we have a thinking?

Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.

Men who would persecute others for religious opinions, prove the errors of their own.

Satire, like conscience, reminds us of what we often wish to forget.

Society punishes not the vices of its members, but their detection.

When we find that we are not liked, we assert that we are not understood; when probably the dislike we have excited proceeds from our being too fully comprehended.

Imagination, which is the Eldorado of the poet and of the novel-writer, often proves the most pernicious gift to the individuals who compose the talkers instead of the writers in society.