Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.

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.

Strength is incomprehensible by weakness, and, therefore, the more terrible.

There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.

Just as there comes a warm sunbeam into every cottage window, so comes a lovebeam of God's care and pity for every separate need.

Let the attempt be made, at whatever risk.

We are as happy as people can be, without making themselves ridiculous, and might be even happier; but, as a matter of taste, we choose to stop short at this point.