Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.

When unhappy, one doubts everything when happy one doubts nothing.

Solitude vivifies, isolation kills.

What is slander? A verdict of "guilty" pronounced in the absence of the accused, with closed doors, without defence or appeal, by an interested and prejudiced judge.

Persons of delicate taste endure stupid criticism better than they do stupid praise.

The habit of prayer communicates a penetrating sweetness to the glance, the voice, the smile, the tears,--to all one says, or does, or writes.

Not all of those to whom we do good love us, neither do all those to whom we do evil hate us.