What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?

I do detest all offices - all, at least, that are held on a political tenure.

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

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

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!

Christian faith is a grand cathedral, with divinely pictured windows. Standing without, you see no glory, nor can possibly imagine any; standing within, every ray of light reveals a harmony of unspeakable splendors.

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.