Labor is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionately brutalized.

Would Time but await the close of our favorite follies, we should all be young men, all of us, and until Doom's Day.

If cities were built by the sound of music, then some edifices would appear to be constructed by grave, solemn tones,--others to have danced forth to light fantastic airs.

But this had been a sin of passion, not of principle, nor even purpose.

She wanted—what some people want throughout life—a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympathy.

It is not good for man to cherish a solitary ambition. Unless there be those around him, by whose example he may regulate himself, his thoughts, desires, and hopes will become extravagant, and he the semblance, perhaps the reality, of a madman

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.