How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

Every man who would do anything well, must come to it from a higher ground.

Virtues are, in the popular estimate, rather the exception than the rule. There is the man and his virtues.

Luck is just another word for tenacity of purpose.

The sweetest music is not in the oratorio, but in the human voice when it speaks from its instant life tones of tenderness, truth, or courage.

When a natural king becomes a titular king, every body is pleased and satisfied.

I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant. Now we reckon them as bank-days, by some debt which is to be paid us, or which we are to pay, or some pleasure we are to taste.