I find nothing in fables more astonishing than my experience in every hour. One moment of a man's life is a fact so stupendous as to take the luster out of fiction.

The genius of life is friendly to the noble, and, in the dark, brings them friends from far.

When we see a soul whose acts are all regal, graceful, and pleasant as roses, we must thank God that such things can be and are.

Line in Nature is not found; Unit and Universe are round.

Persecution readily knits friendship between its victims.

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton tolling the bell at noon, Dreams not that great Napoleon Sto

Classics which at home are drowsily read have a strange charm in a country inn, or in the transom of a merchant brig.