The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers, moves all the springs of wonder. The communication by the glance is in the greatest part not subject to the control of the will. It is the bodily symbol of identity with nature. We look into the eyes to know if this other form is another self, and the eyes will not lie, but make a faithful confession what inhabitant is there.

There is also something excellent in every audience,--the capacity of virtue. They are ready to be beatified.

A man passes for that he is worth. What he is engraves itself on his face, on his form, on his fortunes, in letters of light. Concealment avails him nothing; boasting nothing. There is confession in the glances of our eyes; in our smiles; in salutations; and the grasp of hands.

The disease with which the human mind now labors is want of faith

It is in bad taste," is the most formidable word an Englishman can pronounce.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Learn from it... tomorrow is a new day.

Thought is the seed of action; but action is as much its second form as thought is its first.