A man is like a bit of Labrador spar, which has no luster as you turn it in your hand, until you come to a particular angle; then it shows deep and beautiful colors.

There are eyes, to be sure, that give no more admission into the man than blueberries.

If I should go out of church whenever I hear a false sentiment, I could never stay there five minutes.

In sculpture did ever anybody call the Apollo a fancy piece? Or say of the Laocoon how it might be made different? A masterpiece of art has in the mind a fixed place in the chain of being, as much as a plant or a crystal.

Economy does not consist in saving the coal, but in using the time while it burns.

We go to Europe to be Americanized.

Be an opener of doors