If we tire of the saints, Shakspeare is our city of refuge.

The city is always recruited from the country. The men in cities who are the centres of energy, the driving-wheels of trade, politics or practical arts, and the women of beauty and genius, are the children or grandchildren of farmers, and are spending the energies which their fathers' hardy, silent life accumulated in frosty furrows in poverty, necessity and darkness.

Genius seems to consist merely in trueness of sight, in using such words as show that the man was an eye-witness, and not a repeater of what was told.

When it's dark enough men see stars.

The wise through excess of wisdom is made a fool.

Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.

Good breeding, a union of kindness and independence.