Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

The mind of a bigot to the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it contracts.

Cupid "the little greatest enemy."

Wisdom is the abstract of the past, but beauty is the promise of the future.

Do not be bullied out of your common sense by the specialist; two to one, he is a pedant.

Man has his will, but woman has her way.

The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over his library,'The medicines of the soul.