There is nothing earthly that lasts so well, as money. A man's learning dies with him, as does his virtues fade out of remembrance, but the dividends on the stocks he bequeaths to his children live and keep his memory green.

There is one gratification an old author can afford a certain class of critics; that namely, of comparing him as he is with what he was. It is a pleasure to mediocrity to have its superiors brought within range.

If I were dying, my last words would be: Have faith and pursue the unknown end.

The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.

Every now and then a man's mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions.

There was never an idea started that woke up men out of their stupid indifference but its originator was spoken of as a crank.

The great end of being is to harmonize man with the order of things, and the church has been a good pitch-pipe, and may be so still.