Yesterday I visited the British Museum; an exceedingly tiresome affair. It quite crushes a person to see so much at once; and I wandered from hall to hall with a weary and heavy heart. The present is burdened too much with the past.

You can get assent to almost any proposition so long as you are not going to do anything about it.

No, my little Pearl! Thou must gather thine own sunshine. I have none to give thee.

Methinks it is a token of healthy and gentle characteristics, when women of high thoughts and accomplishments love to sew; especially as they are never more at home with their own hearts than while so occupied.

Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.

In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.

We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.