Many writers lay very great stress upon some definite moral purpose, at which they profess to aim their works.

One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely away.

The love of science to rival the love of woman, in its depth and absorbing energy.

The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!

All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.

Life is made up of marble and mud.

A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.