I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!

The children of the poor are so apt to look as if the rich would have been over-blest with such! Alas for the angel capabilities, interrupted so soon with care, and with after life so sadly unfulfilled.

Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness among the common herbs of pastures, and breathe their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts whose beatings are too gentle for the world.

Wisdom, sits alone, topmost in heaven: she is its light, its God; and in the heart of man she sits as high, though groveling minds forget her oftentimes, seeing but this world's idols.