He whose genius appears deepest and truest excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; he throws out occasionally a lucky hint at truths of which every human soul is profoundly though unutterably conscious.

It was one of those moments—which sometimes occur only at the interval of years—when a man's moral aspect is faithfully revealed to his mind's eye. Not improbably, he had never before viewed himself as he did now.

A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.

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

In this republican country, amid the fluctuating waves of our social life, somebody is always at the drowning-point.

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

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