Trifles lighter than straws are levers in the building up of character.

O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.

Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.

Love is the weapon which Omnipotence reserved to conquer rebel man when all the rest had failed. Reason he parries; fear he answers blow for blow; future interest he meets with present pleasure; but love, that sun against whose melting beams the winter cannot stand--that soft subliming slumber which wrestles down the giant, there is not one human being in a million, nor a thousand men in all earth's huge quintillion, whose clay heart is hardened against love.

Mind is a kingdom to the man who gathereth his pleasure from ideas.

He who commits a wrong will himself inevitably see the writing on the wall, though the world may not count him guilty.

Error is a hardy plant; it flourisheth in every soil; In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the wicked and foolish; For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of truth.