The element running through entire nature, which we popularly call Fate, is known to us as limitation. Whatever limits us, we callFate.

The last change in our point of view gives the whole world a pictorial air.

Of cheerfulness, or a good temper - the more it is spent, the more of it remains.

So in writing, there is always a right word, and every other than that is wrong. There is no beauty in words except in their collocation. The effect of a fanciful word misplaced, is like that of a horn of exquisite polish growing on a human head.

A collector recently bought at public auction, in London, for one hundred and fifty-seven guineas, an autograph of Shakespeare; but for nothing a school-boy can read Hamlet and can detect secrets of highest concernment yet unpublished therein.

Man is the dwarf of himself.

I think the vice of our housekeeping is that it does not hold man sacred. The vice of government, the vice of education, the viceof religion, is one with that of the private life.