We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

When an uninstructed multitude attempts to see with its eyes, it is exceedingly apt to be deceived.

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

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.

The best of us being unfit to die, what an unexpressible absurdity to put the worst to death.

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.

Every young sculptor seems to think that he must give the world some specimen of indecorous womanhood, and call it Eve, Venus, a Nymph, or any name that may apologize for a lack of decent clothing.