Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact makes much impression on him, and another none.

Music and Wine are one.

Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.

Nature suffers nothing to remain in her kingdom which cannot help itself.

Nor count compartments of the floors, But mount to paradise By the stairway of surprise.

If your friend has displeased you, you shall not sit down to consider it, for he has already lost all memory of the passage, and has doubled his power to serve you, and, ere you can rise up again, will burden you with blessings.

We have a great deal more kindness than is ever spoken. The whole human family is bathed with an element of love like a fine ether. How many persons we meet in houses, whom we scarcely speak to, whom yet we honor and who honor us! How many we see in the street, or sit with in church, whom though silently, we warmly rejoice to be with! Read the language of these wandering eye-beams. The heart knoweth.