Our chief want in life is somebody who will make us do what we can.

The essence of age is intellect. Wherever that appears, we call it old.

Great believers are always reckoned infidels, impracticable, fantastic, atheistic, and really men of no account. The spiritualist finds himself driven to express his faith by a series of skepticisms.

A beautiful woman is a picture which drives all beholders nobly mad.

The flowers talk when the wind blows over them.

You think that your silence on certain topics, perhaps in the face of injustice, or unkindness, or mean-spiritedness, causes others to reserve judgement of you. Far otherwise; your silence utters very loud: you have no oracle to speak, no wisdom to offer, and your fellow men have learned that you cannot help them. Doth not wisdom cry, and understanding put forth her voice? We would be well to do likewise.

The love of novels is the preference of sentiment to the senses.